I don't care what the situation was, how high the stakes were - the bases could be loaded and the pennant riding on every pitch, it never bothered Whitey. He pitched his game. Cool. Craft. Nerves of steel.

I don't know why, but for some reason I seem to be more popular now than when I was playing.

Because the players knew that if Billy asked them to jump off a roof, he'd jump off with them.

The strain on Roger (Maris) was unbelievable. After I dropped out the reporters only had one guy to go to. They surrounded him everywhere he went. He had big clumps of hair falling out. That he went ahead and did it was unbelievable.

It was the single greatest feat I ever saw.

You don't realize how easy this game is until you get up in that broadcasting booth.

I've often wondered how a man who knew he was going to die could stand here and say he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth, but now I guess I know how he felt.