Basically, I really love work that puts the reader into a kind of vertigo, into a real doubt, and a beautiful way to convey that, a really perfect metaphor for that, is to make the reader also experience doubt.

A sports writer is a stylist of some kind. He is trying to convey mood and character and emotion.

The 'Times' is understood to be almost the unofficial biographer of the country, in some strange way to be printing a kind of quasi-neutral truth or even, in some people's minds, slightly center-left version of reality.

It's a great experience, there's no doubt. I think the tricky part is you've got to leave it here. We've got to get back to what we do and hopefully play better and cleaner baseball this weekend.

The Way is basically perfect. It doesn't require perfecting.

Life, in my view, is simple, tragic, and frighteningly beautiful.