Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss?

The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.

The dumber a pitcher is, the better. When he gets smart and begins to experiment with a lot of different pitches, he's in trouble. All I ever had was a fastball, a curve and a changeup and I did pretty good.

I'd get me a bunch of bats and balls and sneak me a couple of umpires and learn them kids behind the Iron Curtain how to tote a bat and play baseball.

Anybody who's ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.

Me and Paul (Dean) will probably win forty games (they won forty-nine).

All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can't help it.