I am an emotional pitcher, but I can control it. When I was in high school, I was a little immature and I let my emotions get the best of me.

If you had told me at the beginning of the year that I was going to be a shoo-in for the Cy Young, I would have been absolutely ecstatic and amazed.

To hit 100 miles per hour, that's something. I couldn't believe it when I first saw it, but it's something I can do and think about.

When an artist wants to paint a painting, they have all those things in their head that they want to portray on a canvas. It's the same thing when I'm pitching. I have all these thoughts going through my head about how I want to pitch: which pitch I want to throw here, and why do I want to throw it?

I'm hoping to learn something new every day. It sounds corny, but I really do come in here every day, listening and talking with the veteran guys and seeing what I can absorb.

If you expect greatness, greatness shouldn't surprise you.

The only thing I can control is how well I pitch.