Tacked above my desk are photos of artists I admire - Hopper, Sargent, Twain - and postcards from beloved bookstores where I've spent all my time and money - Tattered Cover, Elliot Bay, Harvard Bookstore. — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
Long before it legally served me, the bar saved me. It restored my faith when I was a boy, tended me as a teenager,… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
Your best is whatever you can do comfortably without having a breakdown. — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
The greatest players use anger as fuel. Michael Jordan played every night with something like road rage. — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
In Manhasset you were either Yankees or Mets, rich or poor, sober or drunk...You were 'Gaelic' or 'garlic," as one schoolmate told me, and… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
I'm a big fan of the poet Mary Jo Salter, and although she doesn't need to be discovered at all - she's widely admired… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
I've been trying to write a book since before I was old enough to vote, and I've collected many rejection slips from publishers and… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
Baseball always gets credit for the foundational part of masculinity - the father thing. The eternal game of backyard catch, 'Field of Dreams', the… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
In Zurich, in a cafe overlooking the Limmat, I ate butter-drenched white asparagus pulled from the ground that morning; it had the aftertaste of… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
There's that old journalism rule that sunshine is the great disinfectant - which is how reporters bust their way into meetings and such all… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
Some of football's gaudiest displays of manliness are purely aesthetic. It's not what players do, it's how they look doing it. — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
If you can live in Vegas, or visit Vegas, and leave in one piece, still loving it and somehow laughing about it, you should… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
“His current theory is that Sutton lived three separate lives. The one he remembered, the one he told people about, the one that really… — J. R. Moehringer Copy Share Image
