I play in New York, man. Criticism is part of the game. You take criticism as a challenge.

My office is at Yankee stadium. Yes, dreams do come true.

I think everyone is ticklish. You just gotta find the right spots.

I love it when people doubt me. It makes me work harder to prove them wrong.

I have the greatest job in the world. Only one person can have it. You have shortstops on other teams - I'm not knocking other teams - but there's only one shortstop on the Yankees.

Surround yourself with good people. People who are going to be honest with you and look out for your best interests.

There may be people who have more talent than you, but there's no excuse for anyone to work harder than you do - and I believe that.

This is why you play - to get an opportunity to play in the playoffs.

The last thing you want to do is finish playing or doing anything and wish you would have worked harder.

I'm not perfect; no one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. I think you try to learn from those mistakes.

You don't just accidentally show up in the World Series.

He would do anything to avoid ageing and death...anything.

To extract the fullest flavor of our drinking house, we needed to spend serious evening time there, slowly coming to know the bartender and the regulars, their joys and sorrows.

I suppose it's knowing when you've come up with an idea that works, when you've got it right, whatever it is.

I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.

Wood halfe burnt is easily kindled. [Wood half-burnt is easily kindled.]

People can't believe how hard I work.... I love it. I think it just runs through my veins. My great-grandfather was a bellboy and had a dream to do a hotel chain, so I think I get it from him.

It is not the accumulation of extraneous knowledge, but the realization of the self within, that constitutes true progress.

All my films have been criticised, but here I stand with six superhits and three 100-crore films!

There are no edges to my loving now.

The instinct that pulls us toward art is the impulse to evolve, to learn, to heighten and elevate our consciousness. The Ego hates this. Because the more awake we become, the less we need the Ego.