The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.

The movie itself was very interesting, but I didn't think it was very good because I didn't really feel different when it was over.

How about your favorite book?" "This Side of Paradise by From. Scott Fitzgerald." "Why?" "Because it was the last one I read." This made them laugh because they knew I meant it honest, not show-off. Then they told me their favorites, and we sat quiet.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody's dad. And when his children look at his yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are. I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.