It looked like Roy Rogers rode through on Trigger, and Trigger kicked the guy in the face.

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 have wished you something None of the others would....

There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.

knowledge is the best gift of pure God .

I can't say that I have a biggest inspiration because I look at all positive inspirations. My mom, my dad and my coach, too, inspire me. No one is bigger. I just use it all and take it and use it.

It is easy to lie with statistics; it is easier to lie without them.

[Smoking] was a comfort, an occupation, a drug, a casual habit, a distraction, a way to not eat, a way to not pay attention, a way to not feel.

Immigration comes up, but the issue that is on everybody's mind is the economy.

And every Master has likewise had the same message: What I am, you are. What I can do, you can do. These things, and more, shall you also do.

For me, to celebrate the twelfth of October is the absolute expression of triumphism, occupation and presumptuousness, and I think that history will remember those that celebrate it.

There we go again, old men and their stupid arguments. What a pain. ~Toshiro Hitsugaya