Matt

“We rode through the suburbs, the ticking of our gears the only sound. I'd rarely been out this late, and never without my parents. Everything lay in a wrap of shadows. I felt an ownership of the night, and perhaps a whole world that didn't exist in daytime.

We cut down a path tapering through the woods. The forest was alive with movement...”
― Craig Davidson, The Saturday Night Ghost Club

“She rode down the sidewalk, turned toward the shadow side of the street and melted into darkness. I didn't know it then, but after that night, I'd see less and less of Dove. She began to dabble with things best left undabbled with.”
― Craig Davidson, The Saturday Night Ghost Club

“Informed of his death, Ritter recalled something Meyers had told him at their first meeting seven years earlier. "I am like an old hemlock," he said. "My head is still high but the winds of close to a hundred winters have whistled through my branches, and I have been witness to many wondrous and many tragic things. My eyes perceive the present, but my roots are imbedded [sic] deeply in the grandeur of the past.”
― Maury Klein, Stealing Games: How John McGraw Transformed Baseball with the 1911 New York Giants

“With the passing of its last marcher, Rube Marquard, the parade vanished into the mists of time, leaving in its wake only memories of the men and deeds gone by.”
― Maury Klein, Stealing Games: How John McGraw Transformed Baseball with the 1911 New York Giants