I don't want to take anything away from Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle. They're both great hitters, but they're batting against guys they never would have seen in previous years.

It was always fun for me, I loved baseball so darn much. By the hours I practiced, you'd have to say I was working a lot of hours, but it was pretty near tireless fun for me. I'd rather swing a bat than do anything else in the world.

The Cleveland Cavaliers just offered me a full-time job and a house! A house! A house!

People always told me that my natural ability and good eyesight were the reasons for my success as a hitter. They never talk about the practice, practice, practice.

You have to hit the fastball to play in the big leagues.

All I want out of life is that when I walk down the street, folks will say, "There goes the greatest hitter who ever lived."

I hope somebody hits .400 soon. Then people can start pestering that guy with questions about the last guy to hit .400.