At my best I was as good as anyone.

Thank God for baseball.

In 1960 when Pittsburgh beat us in the World Series, we outscored them 55-27. It was the only time I think the better team lost. I was so disappointed I cried on the plane ride home.

It looked like Roy Rogers rode through on Trigger, and Trigger kicked the guy in the face.

Ralph (Houk) brought out the best in everybody, and that included me. I consider myself lucky to have played for him.

Roger Maris was as good a man and as good a ballplayer as there ever was.

When I first came to Yankee Stadium I used to feel like the ghosts of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig were walking around in there.