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

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

I try not to break the rules, but merely to test their elasticity.

Every baseball crowd, like every theatre audience, has its own distinctive attitude and atmosphere.

Next to the confrontation between two highly honed batteries of lawyers, jungle warfare is a stately minuet.

I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous.

What can I do, I asked myself, that is so spectacular that no one will be able to say he had seen it before? The answer was perfectly obvious. I would send a midget up to bat.