When he [Joe Lewis] was asked upon his retirement about his long career, Joe sweetly summed it up in just ten words. 'I did the best I could with what I had'.

I often have to write a hundred pages or more before there's a paragraph that's alive.

It's the little questions from women about tappets that finally push men over the edge.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Oh, to be a center fielder, a center fielder- and nothing more

You go to someone and you think, 'I'll tell him this.' But why? The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that's why you feel awful later--you've relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it's not better, it's worse---the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.

There are no uncontaminated angels