The way that he has been shooting the ball lately is unbelievable to see.

We came out a little passive. We weren't playing the way we're used to.

On the Internet, everyone is writing. There is a great flowering of writing.

I spent the night on a sliver of rock high up on the east face of Long's Peak, climbing with Tom Frost, and slept at the icy feet of the Dru, listening to the lightning crack above me and the thunder roll down. I only did it to write about it. I would never go up on the Grotto Wall for fun.

That was the maids' and butlers' nights off.

There is no real beauty without some slight imperfection.