I can't stand satisfaction. To me, greatness comes from that quest for perfection.

It isn't that hard to get RBI's when you're hitting home runs, you generally get a least one.

I don't think I can get into my deep inner thoughts about hitting. It's like talking about religion.

Philadelphia is the only city, where you can experience the thrill of victory and the agony of reading about it the next day.

You're trying your damndest, you strike out and they boo you. I act like it doesn't bother me, like I don't hear anything the fans say, but the truth is I hear every word of it and it kills me.

But remember this: in the final analysis, you can believe in your dream, you can be taught, supported, motivated, and loved by others, but ultimately, your success depends on you. You must take responsibility for your body, your mind, and for your character.

Any time you think you have the game conquered, the game will turn around and punch you right in the nose.