The only thing on my mind now is getting that World Series ring.

Load up your mind with pictures capturing your preferred tomorrow. Put the remembrances of the past in a place where they won't block your view.

Sometimes you just have to play in pain.

That's what every young kid thinks about when they first put on a uniform - is to play in the Major League and then, ultimately, play in a World Series. To me, that was the ultimate, winning in '86.

I would love to get back to the big leagues as a coach, possibly a manager. I would love that opportunity.

I'll always be grateful for the dream season of 1986. In a corner of my mind I will stand forever with my bat cocked, waiting for the two-one pitch from Calvin Schiraldi.

I like mellow music. I like some jazz. But I'm not a big hard rock guy.

My desires are simply I love to teach, I love to be in uniform, I love to throw batting practice, I love to be with the kids.

Theres a place in my heart for every team I played on.

To be 49 years old now and still be called The Kid, that's kind of special.

Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If so, you might want to make sure he didn't set the building on fire in the first place.

Our frustration is greater when we have much and want more than when we have nothing and want some. We are less dissatisfied when we lack many things than when we seem to lack but one thing.

There is no such thing as a "just" war. It's just war. And it's antithetical to the Gospel.

Neither the Christian attitude of love for all mankind nor humane hopes for an organized society must cause us to forget that the 'human stratum' may not be homogeneous.

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.

Algebra is generous; she often gives more than is asked of her.

Good writers are in the business of leaving signposts saying, Tour my world, see and feel it through my eyes; I am your guide.

As the number of unexplained, irreducibly complex biological systems increases, our confidence that Darwin's criterion of failure has been met skyrockets toward the maximum that science allows.

Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

My philosophy is I take today, live it the best way I can and if I wake up I'll take another shot at tomorrow.