Cheating is baseball's oldest profession. No other game is so rich in skullduggery, so suited to it or so proud of it.

More than any other American sport, baseball creates the magnetic, addictive illusion that it can almost be understood.

All baseball fans can be divided into two groups: those who come to batting practice and the others. Only those in the first category have much chance of amounting to anything.

There is no substitute for excellence. Not even success.

Baseball is really two sports -- the summer game and the autumn game. One is the leisurely pastime of our national mythology. The other is not so gentle.

Decades after a person has stopped collecting bubble gum cards, he can still discover himself collecting ballparks... their smells, their special seasons, their moods.

Baseball means Spring's Here. Football means Winter's Coming.

Any person claiming to be a baseball fan who does not also claim to have invented the quickest, simplest and most complete method of keeping score probably is a fraud.

I may be the only golfer never to have broken a single putter, if you don't count the one I twisted into a loop and threw into a bush.

Baseball is religion without the mischief.

Football is played best full of adrenaline and anger. Moderation seldom finds a place. Almost every act of baseball is a blending of effort and control; too much of either is fatal.

Blessed are the misfits who make their own rules and stick to them for they shall inherit peace of mind

I had aimed at Mars and was about to hit Venus unquestionably the all-time cosmic record for poor shots.

If you fight for yourself, you have awakened your conscience, but if you fight for people you will awaken a nation.

For me, literature is a complex game, both mental and concrete, which is acted out in a physical manner on the page.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

In minority communities there's a sensitivity, often a knee-jerk reaction, to critical representations. There's a misunderstanding of what an artist does.

Today has definitely been better than yesterday. We are having to do a little bit of sweeping but it is generally not too bad and I am still really enjoying the roads - I love being here!

Into the mercy seat I climb My head is shaved, my head is wired And like a moth that tries To enter the bright eye I go shuffling out of life Just to hide in death awhile And anyway I never lied.

I can accomplish far more than I have, and I will, for why would the miracle which produced me end with my birth? Why can I not extend that miracle to my deeds of today?

Vacation: When you spend thousands of dollars to see what rain looks like in different parts of the world.