This is why you play - to get an opportunity to play in the playoffs.

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.

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.

It's never over. You don't want to be in the position to be down four runs in the ninth inning, but it's not over until the last out.

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The family wage has been eroded by the same developments that have promoted consumerism as a way of life.

Film doesn't have to worry. Movies are awesome. There's no war going on, theaters aren't going to lose.

First they gerrymander us into one-party fiefs. Then they tell us they only care about the swing districts. Then they complain about voter apathy.

You need to be happy with who you are and, whoever that is, let your little light shine.

No people do so much harm as those who go about doing good.

All I can do in the context of pursuing any sort of TV thing, and all I've done in the past, is offer your life at any given point in time to whatever situation you're in.

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

The world around you is not equipped to provide the help you need to make it through this often treacherous journey.

What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me?