“Baseball breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, blossoms in the summer, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.” –A. Bartlett Giamatti
Bellwoods
“The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.” –Cormac McCarthy, The Road.