Fans don't boo nobodies.

Sometimes I underestimate the magnitude of me.

In the building I live in on Park Avenue there are ten people who could buy the Yankees, but none of them could hit the ball out of Yankee Stadium.

I was reminded that when we lose and I strike out, a billion people in China don't care.

I don't mind getting beaten, but I hate to lose.

When you've played this game for ten years and gone to bat seven-thousand times and gotten two-thousand hits do you know what that really means? It means you've gone zero for five-thousand.

You don't face Nolan Ryan without your rest. He's the only guy I go against that makes me go to bed before midnight.