I think about baseball when I wake up in the morning. I think about it all day and I dream about it at night. The only time I don't think about it is when I'm playing it.

When they knock you down, you not only have to get up, but you have to make it clear that you won't be knocked down a second time.

The race doesn't always belong to the swift nor the battle to the strong. It belongs rather to those who run the race, who stay the course and who fight the good fight.

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.

The moment the game (AL Pennant versus the Twins) was over I sprinted for the dugout. The fans were pouring onto the field. If they'd caught me they'd have torn my uniform into shreds for souvenirs.

I loved the game - I loved the competition. But I never had any fun. All hard work - all the time.

You never know what's going to happen. Anything can happen there... and often does.