A Delicate, Inexorable Lattice Of Inferences Began

The Fundamental Truth: A Baseball Game Is Nothing But A Great Slow Contraption For Getting You To Pay Attention To The Cadence Of A Summer Day.

A True Storyteller Is Really Good At Writing Himself Into A Corner And Then Finding A Way Out Of That Corner

Miracles Prove Nothing Except To Those Whose Faith Is Bought Very Cheap, Sir.

My Heart Was Simultaneously Broken And Filled With Lust, I Was Exhausted, And I Loved Every Minute Of It. It Was Strange And Elating To Find Myself For Once The Weaker.

It Never Takes Longer Than A Few Minutes, When They Get Together, For Everyone To Revert To The State Of Nature, Like A Party Marooned By A Shipwreck. That's What A Family Is. Also The Storm At Sea, The Ship, And The Unknown Shore. And The Hats And The Whiskey Stills That You Make Out Of Bamboo And Coconuts. And The Fire That You Light To Keep Away The Beasts.