Sneak out when things go good. It bothers me when people have good games and stand in front of their locker waiting for the media, then they have bad games and sneak out the back.

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.

One of the best ways to achieve justice is to expose injustice.

Yes, the upper reaches of society are still dominated by men.

I figure if I have one false start every ten or 12 years that I've been running, I probably won't false start again during my career.

We have to get back down to basics. We have to start organizing at the neighborhood level to get people educated to vote.

I have come a hundred miles," said a minister, "to get some of Mr. Moody's spirit." " You don't want my spirit," was the reply. "What you want is the Spirit of God.

France is a country that loves to change their government if it is always the same.

I think I'm cold, indeed icy, hard. Then there's another reason, one that goes with my frankness: I don't put on act.

Greatness finds us by obstacles in front of us. I don’t look at hurdles as obstacles blocking my path but opportunities to overcome.

Let us think, if we only got to heaven, what a sweet and easy thing it will be there to be always saying with the angels and the saints, Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus.

The Puritan's idea of hell is a place where everybody has to mind his own business.