Statistics are for losers.

I found out that if you are going to win games, you had better be ready to adapt.

High sticking, tripping, slashing, spearing, charging, hooking, fighting, unsportsmanlike conduct, interference, roughing......everything else is just figure skating.

The goal is too small and the goalies are too big.

I knew your father before you did, and I don't think he'd be too proud of what you're doing right now.

There is nothing so uncertain as a sure thing.

I don't have bad relationships with my players. But I don't get into long conversations with them either.

The better the coaching has become, the worse the game has become.

Every boo on the road is a cheer.

...It really IS easier to experience spiritual connection when your life is in the process of coming apart.

Poetry translation is like playing a piano sonata on a trombone.

Great faith equals great power.

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

Economists who speak the English tongue are strangely intimidated by mathematical symbols.

The Orphic Machine is the poem: a severed head with face turned away that sings.

There's huge satisfaction in that, but I've got to credit all the doctors and trainers in Cleveland.

Where radio is different than fiction is that even mediocre fiction needs purpose, a driving question.

Never underestimate your talents, and try not to compare or wish for the talents of others. Focus on and accept the talents you have, and you will find great fulfillment in life.

Something to think about: If you fish the wrong fly long and hard enough, it will sooner or later become the right fly.