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

I have discovered in 20 years of moving around a ballpark, that the knowledge of the game is usually in inverse proportion to the price of the seats.

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

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.

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

If you can't outsmart people, outwork them.

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