“William got up and went over to the window. Outside, the autumn fields lay pleasingly striped with stubble and speckled with partridges.”

“He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.”

“Things changed, people changed, and the world went rolling along right outside the window.”

“That moment, when you first lay eyes on that field — The Monster, the triangle, the scoreboard, the light tower Big Mac bashed, the left-field grass where Ted (Williams) once roamed — it all defines to me why baseball is such a magical game”

“War did not just level, it plowed the field, raising the muck and sinking the stubble.”

“It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened.”