I was also in love with the English language.

Also, I am driven by a wonderful muse called alimony.

It's kind of ironic that the two sports with the greatest characters, boxing and horse racing, have both been on the decline. In both cases it's for the lack of a suitable hero.

Cliches and adjectives permeated my prose.

I came up with new leads for game stories by being observant and clever, by using the many gifts of the English language to intrigue and hook a reader.

If I got paid, it was no more than five dollars a column, and I still think I was overpaid.

Some people who love boxing might love Mike Tyson, but people outside of the sport are generally repulsed by him and therefore, repulsed by the sport.

Sugar Ray Robinson was at the top of the boxing world during the 1950's when it seemed that he would either win or lose the championship about every three or four months.

All of journalism is a shrinking art. So much of it is hype. The O.J. Simpson story is a landmark in the decline of journalism.

I think on balance, Don King has been bad for boxing. I think he's done some very good things and I think he did a heck of a job of promoting Ali but I think I could have promoted Ali.

Sugar Ray and talked about doing some articles together or writing a book together but dealing with Sugar Ray was a lot like fighting him. He would fake you in and then he'd drop you.

I do not know everything

To Influence Every Sphere Of Society Is To Engage The Power Of The Gospel

The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You!

Sin is the only heritage of the natural man...

Things you call wrong, describe your levels of acceptance and understanding..

Our agenda, by necessity, is as complex and encompassing as the problems we face: beware of politicians promising simple solutions.

It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa, that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself, the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.

Take them off!” I told him, grabbing the front of his jeans. “Take everything off!” “I’m trying!” “Try harder!

Ella is nervous,” the harpy muttered from her perch on the railing. “The elephant. The elephant is watching Ella.