In baseball you train the whole body, except for the hip and eyes.

I like playing for Oakland, they have a very colorful uniform.

Oakland is home, and you always want to go home. Anytime you get the chance, you're happy to go home.

My dream was to play football for the Oakland Raiders. But my mother thought I would get hurt playing football, so she chose baseball for me. I guess moms do know best.

You have to keep running. I always believed I was going to be safe.

Rickey doesn't have albums, Rickey has CDs.

If my uniform doesn't get dirty, I haven't done anything in the baseball game.

Rickey don't like it when Rickey can't find Rickey's limo.

I can't find a job. It makes me crazy.

Rickey was never motivated by stats. He was motivated by numbers. Wins, runs, steals.

I told myself that if I ever make it to the big leagues that I would be the one to appreciate the fans. Take a little time out to sign autographs and shake their hands and say hello to them.

Knowing trees, I came to realize, understand and appreciate the act of patience.

The bigger the words the weaker the voice.

And then they bid their final goodbye which marked the end of their story. And beginning of two new stories.

Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.

The words of the President have an enormous weight and ought not to be used indiscriminately.

Yet how proud we are, In daring to look down upon ourselves!

I want to collaborate with me 'cause I've done so many collaborations that after a certain point unless you're really working with a certain caliber of an artist, there's no point [to collaborate].

Smell and taste differentiate, whereas language, like sight and hearing, integrates.

It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.