Maybe these kids are just too young and too dumb to know about the first 13. Maybe they can't comprehend that the Braves have only won one World Series in those 13 years.

My dad always told me to play hard and know that the people you're competing with and against are working just as hard or harder. So don't let them out-work you.

Ever since I was a little kid, the last thing I wanted to do was lose. I hated losing. I still hate it. I guess you can see that when I'm out there.

I love pitching in front of big crowds and in huge stadiums.

I look at scouting reports, but don't let them dictate what I'm throwing.

Hitters are too big, too strong, and their bats are too quick. I have to go inside to have success.

I'm a tough guy, and I like pitching in tough games.

I really can't complain about anything. I'm living a childhood dream and I have a perfect family. There's really nothing that I'm disappointed with.

I know winning 20 is a special kind of thing, but I'd rather get into the playoffs, and be strong for the playoffs.

One thing that I learned is this - once a Braves fan, always a Braves fan. No matter what. And as a player, that means more than you could understand.

I've matured a lot as a pitcher. I understand what my strengths are. I've learned that I've got a great sinker, I get a lot of ground balls, and it's easy to get a ground-ball double play.

Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought--and more reading.

I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.

The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.

All we can do is go around telling the truth.

... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)

However little television you watch, watch less.

I'll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind," said Sam. "And I'll carry Mr. Frodo up myself, if it breaks my back and heart.

The water's always changing, always flowing. But people, I guess, can't live like that

He was deader than a shrunken head at a Hackey Sack festival.

The chain of habit coils itself around the heart like a serpent, to gnaw and stifle it.