There are moments in life when it is all turned inside out--what is real becomes unreal, what is unreal becomes tangible, and all your levelheaded efforts to keep a tight ontological control are rendered silly and indulgent.

All the lives I could live, all the people I will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is all that the world is.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

The disappointing part about this loss is that we would have been in control of the conference if we could have come away with a win here. We just didn't play well offensively and it just wasn't our night. I guess those kinds of things occasionally happen on the road.

The person who swears in public has a loss of impulse control.