So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope.

I don’t really have a hobby. Is reading a hobby?

Little remnants from everywhere I’ve been are scattered around my home. I collect rocks in a weird way, with stones from around the world as mementos. I’ve also got three haranas, which are little guitars.

I don’t sing in the shower but hiking, yes. Every day I sing a little something, to the radio or to the dogs, or a song will come into my head and I’ll sing a line of it, randomly.

I didn’t get into this to pick up a new hobby. I don’t want to just be a golfer. I want to be the best.

I never did a day’s work in my life, it was all fun