One of the inspirations for my becoming a writer was the baseball board game Strat-O-Matic.

Why did I become a writer? Because I grew up in New York City, and there were seven newspapers in New York City, and my family was an inveterate reader of newspapers and I loved holding a paper in my hand. It was something sacred.

I'm really not interested in other people's opinions, because I think frankly most of those opinions are either misinformed and adding to this endless ball of hot air we have in our society where everyone thinks their opinion is valuable and sacred and what counts.

There are the medical dangers of football in general caused by head trauma over repetitive hits.

Maybe it's a tired tale, but without an education, you're not going to go anywhere.

I don't have many friends in Philadelphia. I sort of have one. I have the dog and someone else.