You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

Baseball has undergone and absorbed a whole set of dislocations.

For me, baseball is the most nourishing game outside of literature. They both are re-tellings of human experience.

Teachers believe they have a gift for giving; it drives them with the same irrepressible drive that drives others to create a work of art or a market or a building.

The people of America care about baseball, not about your squalid little squabbles. Reassume your dignity and remember that you (players during the 1981 strike) are the temporary custodians of an enduring public trust.

All I ever wanted to be president of was the American League.

A tremendous social responsibility comes with being a successful public performer.