When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it.

When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it. He must always be a stranger to the place he loves, and its people.

The writer knows his own worth, and to be overvalued can confuse and destroy him as an artist.

They had buried him under our elm tree, they said -- yet this was not totally true. For he really lay buried in my heart.

To remain young one must change.

We had a tiny celebration on the ice and then got on the bus and went home. This is a physically draining tournament. Our conversations have centered on the games at hand, not looking down the road. This team is all business.