I just didn't have no edge for baseball. Once special coach Tony Oliva and former Twins coach Al Newman told me what happened, I couldn't function.

I wouldn't play in Minnesota unless my career was at an end and I had to go to Minnesota to play the game.

I want to hit the ball and I want to get at-bats. The results really dont matter to me.

When I see that little white ball go up, I want to catch it, no matter what. If I have to knock myself silly doing it, so be it.

People see dark faces out there, and the perception is that they're African American. They're not us. They're impostors.

Spring training is for getting to know your teammates and forming a chemistry. I dont like it.

With faith, I know that everything will be taken care of. Even the difficult times become learning experiences to help make my faith stronger.

I'd rather save a home run than hit one. I've always been like that. Defense is what I pride myself on.

When I rely on my faith, I know God wants to reward and bless me but not because of some great act that I did but because of who He is.

Christ always had a passion for whatever He was doing. That's how I try to define myself as an athlete. That's the example I try to follow.

My faith is what makes me strong. Without faith, there are only low times.

Literalness, however, is not the substance from which human culture is made.

Cats always pick the laps of the people who don't like them.

It's a complicated set of opinions that women bring to the voting booth.

You want the industry to finally admit that you're good. But I'm still good without their admission.

I'm almost back to being able to write as much as six hours a day .

I think that every technology company that's more than 20 years old will break up

You can't keep your mind on fighting when you're thinking about a woman. You can't keep your concentration. You feel like sleeping all the time.

I don't believe in saturation. We're thinking and talking worldwide.

The sea-road is good for wanderers and landless men. There is quenching of thirst on the grey paths of the winds, and the flying clouds to still the sting of lost dreams.

My heart is the throne of the Beloved, the Beloved the heart's destiny: Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming in this world or any other.