We're at the crossroads, ... where we need to win to stay alive.

Work hard. And have patience. Because no matter who you are, you're going to get hurt in your career and you have to be patient to get through the injuries.

When you win, you want more of it. You can't win enough.

When I was younger and inexperienced, I was a very animated pitcher. I pitched with a lot of adrenaline. I was my own worst enemy when things weren't gong well.

When you can throw 97 miles an hour and put the ball over the plate anytime you want, it's fun.

I threw a lot of balls and walked a lot of batters. Not something I'm proud of, but something I learned from.

I expect to win. I've never been content with anything I've ever done.

The word 'potential' used to hang over me like a cloud.

Any time I've taken the mound, it's always been the old Samson-and-Goliath story written about me.

I'm tired of people questioning me because of my age. If you looked at my numbers and watched me throw and covered my birthdate, would age be an issue?

I've refined my mechanics, refined my pitches. I've gotten more confidence, and I've gotten more determination. I've got a better idea what I'm doing out there.

By the deficits we may know the talents, by the exceptions we may know the rules, by studying patholgoy we may construct a model of health.

We can _start_ making Christmas and Santa can finish up.

Measure, time and number are nothing but modes of thought or rather of imagination.

I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.

I don't like talk and I don't like talkers. Like Ma Barker. That's what she always said, 'Ma Barker doesn't like talk and she doesn't like talkers.' She just sat there with her gun.

I ask myself: would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm, and instead of shock treatments received rest and quiet and the good medication?

When I began writing, the words that inspired me were these: A writer is someone who has written today. If you want to be a writer, whats stopping you?

You don't want your readers seeing easy connections; it becomes a distraction.

We can fight the War on Terrorism in other places around the world or we can fight it here in America. The right choice is to fight those terrorists where they are.

Mothers are the only race of people that speak the same tongue. A mother in Manchuria could converse with a mother in Nebraska and never miss a word.