No one missed more basketball in the history of NBA than I did. I played 14 seasons, on the roster for 14 years, and I missed more than nine-and-a-half full seasons.
I was a huge fantasy geek growing up. I was the dungeon master in my D&D game.
I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.
This is good, life must continue, we are fighting barbarians, but we must remain human.
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He mouth was cold, her lips rough from the winter wind, and if the mystics are right and we are doomed to repeat our squalid lives ad infinitum, at least I will always return to that kiss
Once you realise that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying.
How does it happen that something that makes so much sense in the moonlight doesn't make any sense at all in the sunlight?
Anybody who can drive and doesn't come out of it a rich man is a fool.
Of all the jobs I've had, sliming fish was pretty good preparation for life in Washington.
And what will you do now? You'll collect loves Like stamps. You've got doubles and no one Will trade you and you have the damaged ones.