Baseball is a boy's game that makes grown men cry.

I don't want the natural athlete -- I want a guy who'll go after the hard ones.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

Though it is a team game by definition, it is actually a series of loosely connected individual efforts.

Suffering is overrated. It doesn't teach you anything.

Hating the Yankees isn't part of my act. It is one of those exquisite times when life and art are in perfect conjunction.

Suffering is overated.