You know, I was once named Minor League Player of the Year...unfortunately, I had been in the majors for two years at the time.

I knew when my career was over. In 1965 my baseball card came out with no picture.

People don't know this, but I helped the Cardinals win the pennant. I came down with hepatitis. The trainer injected me with it!

I signed a very modest $3,000 bonus with the Braves in Milwaukee. And my old man didn't have that kinda money to put out.

They broke it to me gently. The manager came up to me before a game and told me they didn't allow visitors in the clubhouse.

Between me and my roommate, we've hit 400 Major League home runs.

The highlight of my baseball career came in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium when I saw a fan fall out of the upper deck. When he got up and walked away, the crowd booed.

I led the league in go get 'em next time.

In 1962 I was named Minor League Player of the Year. It was my second season in the bigs.

When I came up to bat with three men on and two outs in the ninth, I looked in the other team's dugout and they were already in street clothes.

When I played baseball I got death threats all the time--from my mother.

Persuading people through technology is the next social revolution. Facebook demonstrates just how powerful it will be.

It is more important to understand the ground of your own behavior than to understand the motives of another.

War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery.

Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.

I'm no good at anecdotes.

I usually like to make really dramatic songs that are dynamic from part to part - a lot of jumping from really quiet to really loud.

I could never be like Hitchcock and do only one kind of movie. Anything that's good is worthwhile.

The only saint is that soul that never weakens, faces everything, and determines to die game.

Only one thing is ever guaranteed, that is that you will definitely not achieve the goal if you don't take the shot.