I had never heard such a loud game. I could see that this was about tragedy transformed over the years into joy. The crowd roared, and all the men on both teams looked up wide-eyed at the hoop, as if it had just burst into flames. You would have loved it, I tell my students. You would have felt like you could write all day.
Writing is elemental.
Once you have tasted its essential life, you cannot turn from it without some deep denial and depression. It would be like turning from water. Water is in your blood. You can't go without it.