Pitching... sometimes I did so poorly, it brought me to tears

The thing that got me over the hump was accepting that I had to do whatever I could to stay in the game

Sooner or later you learn that you belong in the big leagues, and that makes you calm down

But through experience I learned to control my body and locate the ball.

I can't recall too much about pitching, but I do remember that I was anxious to get it over with. I just wanted to get that first game over with and go from there.

Later, I could take something off my slider and I could make my fastball sink, so I really had four pitches.

They developed a platform for me to put up another 12 years, and that was my ticket to Cooperstown. Those were the best years of my life. It was like magic.

When I started finishing games and coming off the field shaking hands, it was a beautiful thing. I mean, you start seeing that you're an important part of the team.

My career spanned the era when relievers started to become more important

I always had the attitude that I wanted to throw a no-hitter every game.

People say baseball players should go out and have fun. No way. To me, baseball is pressure, I always feel it. This is work. The fun is afterwards, when you shake hands.

I love that you're worried, ' she says, 'but you're worried about all the wrong things.

No matter how much you learn in college, it never prepares you for the real world.

I've got more friends than I've ever had in my life at the age of 39 - although given that I didn't have any friends until the age of 27, it doesn't say much - because I found the internet.

Success for me will be where the body of work I've done afforded me the opportunity to be as good as I can be, and to explore myself and to see what I'm capable of.

Never saw one worth a damn.

When we write about our lives we respond to them. As we respond to them we are rendered more fluid, more centered, more agile on our own behalf. We are tendered conscious.

The enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we attack; the enemy retreats, we pursue

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.

I'll let you and Zia have some quality time," she told me. "Just the two of you and your coat.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.