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.

Fear and hope are alike underneath.

You can't write ... on the strength of influence. You can only write a good story or a good novel by yourself.

I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.

Even though I get a lot done with my solitude, and I make the best use of it possible, I always think solitude is an interlude in a period of time, which is populated by others.

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.