When I see that little white ball go up, I want to catch it, no matter what. If I have to knock myself silly doing it, so be it.

I wouldn't play in Minnesota unless my career was at an end and I had to go to Minnesota to play the game.

I want to hit the ball and I want to get at-bats. The results really dont matter to me.

I just didn't have no edge for baseball. Once special coach Tony Oliva and former Twins coach Al Newman told me what happened, I couldn't function.

People see dark faces out there, and the perception is that they're African American. They're not us. They're impostors.

Spring training is for getting to know your teammates and forming a chemistry. I dont like it.

With faith, I know that everything will be taken care of. Even the difficult times become learning experiences to help make my faith stronger.

I'd rather save a home run than hit one. I've always been like that. Defense is what I pride myself on.

When I rely on my faith, I know God wants to reward and bless me but not because of some great act that I did but because of who He is.

Christ always had a passion for whatever He was doing. That's how I try to define myself as an athlete. That's the example I try to follow.

My faith is what makes me strong. Without faith, there are only low times.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

Usually if you pray from the heart, you get an answer—the phone rings or the mail comes, and light gets in through the cracks, so you can see the next right thing to do. That’s all you need.

Hoarding kings are to be pitied in their lifetimewhen they can't take their richesto the

We're all trying to keep up in this stupid raceBut that won't be much funWhen we're floating in space.

Self-conquest is the greatest of victories.

Girls say it's hard to find nice guys. It's actually really easy. It's just all nice guys are ugly.

But you're so busy changing the world Just one smile can change all of mine

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Lilian Ross was a - veteran writer for The New Yorker. She, in fact, brought me to The New Yorker many years ago.

A lot of people use a smiley face when they write letters. But it's this huge insane compulsion, like "I'm happy! I swear!" I'm not buying it. I don't believe them.