If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.
The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.
Maturity, as I conceived it, was recognizing what was bad or peculiar in life, admitting it has to stay that way, and going ahead with the best of things.
My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.
Fear and hope are alike underneath.
If sportswriting teaches you anything, and there is much truth to it as well as plenty of lies, it is that for your life to be worth anything you must sooner or later face the possibility of terrible, searing regret. Though you must also manage to avoid it or your life will be ruined.