Heck, if anybody told me I was setting a record (strikeouts in a game on July 30, 1933) I'd of got me some more strikeouts.

I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.

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.

Heck, if anybody told me I was setting a record (strikeouts in a game on July 30, 1933) I'd of got me some more strikeouts.

If you can do it, it ain't braggin'... it's a matter of self-confidence. I got where I did because I wasn't no shrinking violet.

Why, they shot the wrong McKinley!