The future is much like the present only longer.

Natural grass is a wonderful thing for little bugs and sinkerball pitchers.

A manager uses a relief pitcher like a six shooter, he fires until it's empty then takes the gun and throws it at the villain.

I have seen the future and it's like the present, only longer.

Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.

It helps to be stupid if you're a relief pitcher. Relievers had to get into a zone of their own. I just hope I'm stupid enough.

Strikes (1981) are real life. It took up seven weeks of real time. That's a fifth of a pregnancy.

I became a better pitcher when I found a delivery in my flaw.

Coming into a game in the eighth or ninth inning is like parachuting behind enemy lines. And sometimes the chute doesn't open. You have to live with that. It's an occupational hazard.

Most pitchers fear losing their fastball and, since I don't have one, the only thing I have to fear is fear itself.

Reggie Jackson hit one off me that's still burrowing its way to Los Angeles.

My dear, a little smile, a little courtesy, a little kindness is what beauty entails. Some are not roses, some are oranges.

We all learned valuable lessons from that crop. The Lord showed us the importance of walking by faith, and not by sight, of trusting him unconditionally and never giving up.

Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.

You just have to get one misstep - that's an easy way to fall into caricature. Bad caricature.

Keep calm and pass me the ball.

I am Western and I see no need or reason to change that. The Western lifestyle has many things to offer, as do the Eastern methods of self discovery. I think blending the two is very desirable.

At school, I enjoyed playing the bassoon. I was in the orchestra and played the melody when the other boys sang hymns at prayers time.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

Why should the simple fact of your having more money entitle you to a greater share of the Earth's limited natural resources?

How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.