All small men, all non-power hitters, must learn to bunt well. It's half your game.

I don't think anyone ever liked to play more than I did.

If a ballplayer is satisfied, he's going to slip. You have to keep fighting to improve.

On two legs, Mickey Mantle would have been the greatest ballplayer who ever lived.

What is the top requirement for a second baseman? A fine shortstop. I am fortunate in having the greatest shortstop in baseball, Luis Aparicio.

(Doc) Cramer told me I was hitting too much off the front foot and that I wasn't using the right kind of bat. I had been using a long, skinny stick and Cramer got me a thicker one.

(Jim) Landis is such a good player because he plays every day as if he expects to be sent to the minors next week.

On October 19, 1949, I got a telephone call from the Philadelphia (A's) front office informing me I had been traded to the White Sox for Joe Tipton. I was surprised and hurt.

Second base is anything but magic. If it's anything at all, it's speed, sureness with your hands and lots of hard work.

We really had baseball in the family. Even that little habit I've got of chewing tobacco on the ball field sort of comes from my dad.

We won (the pennant) because we've got a superior ball club. Not many stars perhaps, but the kind of team that always plays well together.

Not one of you reflects, that you ought know your Gods before you worship them.

Rage, recover, repeat.

The shadows are as important as the light.

Some guys play not to get hurt, and they're never really as good as they can be. That's not the way I play.

I think what irks me is that I feel like women are really being compartmentalized physically, and it's been done so much that now we're doing it to ourselves. I don't like it.

One of the biggest lessons is to keep your feet on the floor. Just keeping grounded and not really getting above yourself and always trying your best to be yourself.

Misogyny runs deeper than religion.

Like a chastity belt, the package tour keeps you out of mischief but a bit restive for wondering what you missed.

The thing I hate most is false modesty. The artists who are, like, "Oh, you know, I'm really not that good. Oh, I can't believe I'm here." I find it vaguely sinister, even.

You can't order remembrance out of the mind; and a wrong that was a wrong yesterday must be a wrong to-morrow.