sports
Sophocles danced and played ball well.
Notebook IX, in Albert Camus: Notebooks 1951–1959, trans. by Ryan Bloom (Chicago, IL: Ivan R. Dee, 2008), 244.
I love baseball. I live for the spring. It gets me through half of the year, and then I have to figure out how to make it through the other half. There’s a real poetry to baseball. It’s like life, because for a long period of time absolutely nothing happens. And then all of a sudden, “A triple play, unassisted!”
“Emmylou Harris,” interviewed by Lucinda Williams, BOMB magazine, Issue 59, Spring 1997.
I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.
“Home Debut: Arsenal v. Stoke City,” in Fever Pitch (New York: Riverhead Trade, 1992), 15.