Baseball life is a tough life on the family.

My job is to give my team a chance to win.

One of the beautiful things about baseball is that every once in a while you come into a situation where you want to, and where you have to, reach down and prove something.

Enjoying success requires the ability to adapt. Only by being open to change will you have a true opportunity to get the most from your talent.

It helps if the hitter thinks you're a little crazy.

Pitching in the big leagues is a dream. Preparing to pitch in the big leagues is a nightmare!

I grew up with the thought that I wanted to treat people the way I'd like to be treated, and I think if you do that, it's pretty hard to go wrong.

Enjoying success requires the ability to adapt.

When I had dyslexia, they didn't diagnose it as that. It was frustrating and embarrassing. I could tell you a lot of horror stories about what you feel like on the inside.

A successful pitcher keeps the leadoff hitter from reaching first base and puts the first pitch over for a strike - the two most important rules of pitching.

Everyone has limits. You just have to learn what your own limits are and deal with them accordingly.

And what’s your unhappiness due to, Harry?The words came out before he had time to think. “Loving someone who loves me.

My biggest problem with modernity may lie in the growing separation of the ethical and the legal

Every Mistake Teach Us a Lesson

I have lived my life according to this principle: If I'm afraid of it, then I must do it.

Don't you want the guy who'll forget about all the other things in his life before he forgets about you?

Whence do I get my rules of conduct? I find them in my heart. Whatever I feel to be good is good. Whatever I feel to be evil is evil. Conscience is the best of casuists.

I look for places like me: big, hollow, forgotten by most everyone.

Incubated. And then raised. And then beheaded. And then plucked. And then cut up. And then put on a grill. And then put on a bun. Damn, it's gonna take a while. I don't have time. Scrambled!

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.

Unnecessary customs live a brutally short life in America.