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.

Happiness for me is getting to write about the most important things I know.

Most things don't stay the way they are for very long. I take nothing for granted and try to be ready for the change that's soon to come.

Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.

The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.

They may already know too much about their mother and father--nothing being more factual than divorce, where so much has to be explained and worked through intelligently (though they have tried to stay equable). I've noticed this is often the time when children begin calling their parents by their first names, becoming little ironists after their parents' faults. What could be lonelier for a parent than to be criticized by his child on a first-name basis?

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.