Fishing is a hard job. Fishing at night. Rain. Day, night. You have to be wise and smart. And quick.

Ever since I was a little kid, I was competitive.

I don't just think regular season. I think playoffs. World Series. That's how I think.

If you don't control your emotions, your emotions will control your acts, and that's not good.

I never give up. If you beat me, you have to beat me one, three, four, five times, and I still don't give up.

Don't worry about what the people say; be yourself, say what you want to say WITH respect.

I have nothing to ask for, thanks to God. Everything I have, God has given me.

I see the hitter when he's moved in the box, like when he's moved closer to the plate or changed his stance. I see when the batter has moved his feet, and then I make my own adjustment.

Baseball was just the avenue that the Lord used so I can provide for my family.

I think the good Lord is a Yankee.

Every time before I throw my first pitch, I am praying. And not only that, in the bullpen I am praying.

Without hardships, how could we find hope?

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

And then, when I went into the Navy, there was no choice. You took about half of the hours during your naval training as naval courses and the other half were engineering.

When we wake up in the morning and we make decisions, these decisions come from the night, the night of eternity, our other side.

Never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's.

I've challenged (Donovan McNabb) to whatever athletic endeavor he wants, but he laughs it off

There is danger that totalitarian governments, not subject to vigorous popular debate, will underestimate the will and unity of democratic societies where vital interests are concerned.

I've written books that have taken me fifteen years, from first sentence to last, and some that only take three or four months.

Ew, no!' Laurel said, brushing past him. Dracula covered half his face with his cape, shunned vampire-style, and scooted away to his perch behind the counter.

The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?