The art of living your life has a lot to do with getting over loss. The less the past haunts you, the better.

America beats on you so hard the whole time. You are constantly being pummeled by other people's rights and their sense of patriotism.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

You're only good if you can do bad and decide not to.

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.

Paul Ryan, he is the real evil genius of the Republican party. He with his little hateful widow's peak and his smirky, snarly, simpering non-entity self, that's who I detest. Trump's just a moron, but Ryan is ugly and evil.

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.