The only thing I can do is play baseball. I have to play ball. It's the only thing I know.

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

Sometimes I sit in my den at home and read stories about myself. Kids used to save whole scrapbooks on me. They get tired of them and mail them to me. I'll go in there and read them, and you know what? They might as well be about (Stan) Musial and (Joe) DiMaggio, it's like reading about somebody else.

People say Yogi (Berra) is a strange guy, and I've heard Yogi say some funny things. But he has a beautiful wife, he's rich, and he's famous. I don't see anything strange about that.

All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.

Every time I see his name (Dean Chance) on a lineup card, I feel like throwing up.

His fielding leaves you wondering. Then he steps up to hit and all doubts start to fade.