I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

A great relationship is being with the one who compliments your madness instead of conflicting with it.

Athletes need to enjoy their training. They don't enjoy going down to the track with a coach making them do repetitions until they're exhausted. From enjoyment comes the will to win.

Always something new, always something I didn't expect, and sometimes it isn't horrible.

The group of people in front of her was jovial and paid her no attention. The group behind was much the same. She was alone without being alone.

Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand.

My teammates know I'm down to earth. I'll joke with them. But when it comes to basketball, I try to be serious about it.

I am a poem. There is no way out.

The plans differ; the planners are all alike.

Failure was not an option. It just wasn't in my vocabulary.

And I'm not as young as I once was. At my age, I don't have time to be bored.