I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way.
“I love spring flowers: daffodils and hyacinths are the ultimate flower for me. They are the essence of spring.”
“I really loved what the guys were doing more than anything, how high they jumped, how effortless it was.”