No one's gonna give a damn in July if you lost a game in March.

Bad ballplayers make good managers, not the other way around. All I can do is help them be as good as they are.

The only thing that matters is what happens on the little hump out in the middle of the field.

I don't think, in all the years I managed them, I ever spoke more than thirty words to Frank and Brooks Robinson.

A manager's job is simple. For one hundred sixty-two games you try not to screw up all that smart stuff your organization did last December.

My best game plan is to sit on the bench and call out specific instructions like 'C'mon Boog,' 'Get a hold of one, Frank,' or 'Let's go, Brooks.'

I think there should be bad blood between all clubs.