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

I'm 61 now, and I'm comfortable in my lifestyle... I don't yearn for the limelight on a regular basis. I get a kick out of it every so often. I go to Philly and go to a game, and they make a big deal about me. That's fun for a couple of days, and I can go back to my own private life.

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.

They read their sports pages, know their statistics and either root like hell or boo our butts off. I love it. Give me vocal fans, pro or con, over the tourist types who show up in Houston or Montreal and just sit there.

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

Pete Rose is the most likable arrogant person I've ever met.

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