I'm a simple guy. There's nothing fancy about my life.

I'm a fastball hitter. It's no secret I'm looking for a fastball every pitch. I think it's one of the hardest things to do in sports-to hit a moving baseball.

I love what I do on the field and that takes a lot of my time. But I also make time to help other people because a lot are not as fortunate as I am.

If you hit, they're going to like you. If you don't hit, they're not going to like you.

I'm blessed with health and energy and passion for the game of baseball, and also to help children.

You've got to be smart to stay in this game. The quicker you learn, the quicker you succeed. You can't make the same mistakes over and over again.

I'm a baseball player, I'm not a political activist.

Work is not a drag for me. I like to get here early, hang out, catch up with the boys. I'll go in the cage and hit, do my exercises. I try to keep it fun and find ways to enjoy it.

You probably don't call home and say, 'Hi, mom. I am facing Pete Schourek tonight.' Names and stats don't do it. You have to do it out on the field.

Real relationships - the kind that were supposed to last but never did - were more trouble than they were worth.

If hate, the antonym of love, is one strong word that we all know it exist but despise, why do people like playing with LOVE like it's nonentity?

You make me a sinner if you stop me giving you hospitality.

I believe that we should die with decency so that at least decency will survive.

No one making less than $250,000 under Barack Obama's plan will see one single penny of their tax raised, whether it's their capital gains tax, their income tax, investment tax, any tax.

Each time you do a film you gain a lot of experience and build a visual resume where people get to know who you are.

Everything interests me.

If I had a comfort blanket, I wouldn't have been as passionate and driven.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Poor comfort all comfort: once what the mouse had spared Was enough, was delight, there where the heart was at home