Part of the reason I wrote the book was I wanted to understand for myself why such good people let themselves get treated so badly.

I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.

I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.

I wonder what my speech would be.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

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.

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?