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

It never ceases to amaze me how many of baseball's wounds are self-inflicted.

I believe in God, but I'm not too clear on the other details.

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.

When there is no room for individualism in ballparks, then there will be no room for individualism in life.

Look, we play the Star Spangled Banner before every game. You want us to pay income taxes, too?

If you can't outsmart people, outwork them.