I'm a human being. I'm not a piece of property. I'm not a consignment of goods.

If you destroyed the underpinnings of this great American sport, you are a hated, ugly, detestable person.

I am pleased that God made my skin black - but I wish He had made it thicker.

I lost money, coaching jobs, a shot at the Hall of Fame. But when you weigh that against all the things that are really and truly important, things that are deep inside you, then I think I've succeeded.

Whatever I contributed to the unique morale of the Cardinals was part of this growth, and so, of course, was my decision to have it out in public with the owners of organized baseball.

The baseball establishment is permissive about revelry.

I'd often wondered what would I do if I were ever traded, because it happened many, many times.