I loved every second of Catholic church. I loved the sickly sweet rotting-pomegranate smells of the incense. I loved the overwrought altar, the birdbath of holy water, the votive candles; I loved that there was a poor box, the stations of the cross rendered in stained glass on the windows.
“I loved being back out on the pitch. Although I have not been in full training, I felt pretty good.”
“The great thing about being a writer is that you have a long, perhaps frighteningly long time in which to do your work.”