I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand.

It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.

A team is where a boy can prove his courage on his own. A gang is where a coward goes to hide.

Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'

I leaned on him for support when I got out of the cab, and he just crumpled to the ground. That's how we found out.

After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.

If I had played my career hitting singles like Pete (Rose), I'd wear a dress.

I thought I raised a ballplayer. You're nothing but a coward and a quitter.

You never have to wait long, or look far, to be reminded of how thin the line is between being a hero or a goat.

Well, baseball was my whole life. Nothing's ever been as fun as baseball.

I've often wondered how a man who knew he was going to die could stand here and say he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth, but now I guess I know how he felt.

I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.

We have a documentary film festival in Mexico. It's really original. It's called Ambulante, and it's a film festival that travels around several cities in Mexico.

[Two Evil Eyes] was shot in Pittsburgh, and that's where I was born and raised, so it was really nice to be a part of Pittsburgh film culture.

What I adore is the juxtaposition of high tech and low tech. It's sort of like I love the sacred and the profane. I love to put these extremes in the same hopper.

I've had an interest in racing all my life, or longer really.

If life were a movie, physical reality would be the entire DVD: Future and past frames exist just as much as the present one.

Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.

The communal life of human beings had . . . a two-fold foundation: the compulsion to work, which was created by external necessity, and the power of love.

Why on earth declutter when you can just shrinkwrap?

There are only three pleasures in life pure and lasting, and all derived from inanimate things-books, pictures and the face of nature.