When I throw a curve that hangs and it goes for a hit, I want to chew up my glove.

My own little rule was two for one. If one of my teammates got knocked down, then I knocked down two on the other team.

The pitcher has to find out if the hitter is timid. And if the hitter is timid, he has to remind the hitter he's timid.

If they knocked two of your guys down, I'd get four. You have to protect your hitters.

When I throw a curve that hangs and it goes for a hit, I want to chew up my glove.

In Brooklyn, it was as though you were in your own little bubble. You were all part of one big, but very close family, and the Dodgers were the main topic of everybody's conversations and you could sense the affection people had for you. I don't know that such a thing exists anymore.

I hate all hitters. I start a game mad and I stay that way until it's over.