I dunno. I never smoked any Astroturf. (When asked whether he preferred grass or Astroturf

Ninety percent I'll spend on good times, women and Irish Whiskey. The other ten percent I'll probably waste.

Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch.

Ten million years from now, when then sun burns out and the Earth is just a frozen iceball hurtling through space, nobody's going to care whether or not I got this guy out.

What is the difference between astroturf and grass? I don't know, I never smoked astroturf.

Kids should practice autographing baseballs. This is a skill that's often overlooked in Little League.

I have no trouble with the twelve inches between my elbow and my palm. It's the seven inches between my ears that's bent.

Always root for the winner. That way you won't be disappointed.

We called Pete Rose and Larry Bowa the soup spoons, because they were always stirring things up. Twenty years later, nothing's changed.

I don't know. I never smoked AstroTurf.

When I come into a game in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, no one out and a one-run lead ... it takes people off my mind.

Never take today for granted, tomorrow might never come.

I live in vice. I eat twice - with a advice.

True republicanism is the sovereignty of the people. There are natural and imprescriptible rights which an entire nation has no right to violate.

Children are the most honest critics. They will say 'You're funny', but also 'You're pathetic - go away.'

It takes me about a week and a half to really analyze a game - play by play.

Play is the work of children. It's very serious stuff.

Let me tell you, that was a thrill. Now, even more, I knew I had to get Schmeling good.

Business men who are busy the whole day and immediately go to bed after supper, snoring like cows, are not likely to contribute anything to culture.

We are here simply to decide whether Congress should take the taxpayer dollars of millions of pro-life Americans and use them to fund the destruction of human embryos for research.

Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.' Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.