No one hit home runs the way Babe (Ruth) did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands.

One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.

The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.

I don't want to throw him nothing. Maybe he'll just get tired of waiting and leave.

You just can't imagine the kind of guy he was without seeing him play. He was a circus, a play, a movie, all rolled into one.

I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.

When I first signed with the Yankees, the regulars wouldn't talk to you until you were with the team three or four years. Nowadays the rookies get $100,000 to sign and they don't talk to the regulars.