I'm me on the mound. I like to show my emotion, be real aggressive and give everything I've got for one half inning. I don't have to act. What you see on the mound is what I am in real life.

[In hockey] I was a goon, just protecting the better players. I've always been a better baseball player.

It's the best feeling in the world . The game's on the line, and you're the guy in the spotlight.

I have good days and bad days, but they aren't much different.

I like it when every pitch counts. There are a lot of people who see it as a negative, but I try to feed off it.

I don't think about delivery. I don't think about mechanics. I just think about throwing hard.

One thing about this game: It's really frustrating. In hockey, if you team's losing, you can start a fight. You can get your frustrations out.

You want to be as dominant as possible and you want to put some doubt in the hitters' heads. That's what I'm trying to do every single time I'm on the mound.

You have to be out there and have a mound presence. You have to be real aggressive and be real confident. You have to put the hitters on defense.

Admittedly, there will be times when you must interact on a superficial level and adjust your behavior to fit in, go along and get along.

Let me learn now where Beauty is; I was born to know her mysteries . . .

In a new poll 54 percent believed President Bush exaggerated the size of Iraq's missile threat. Hey, he's a guy.

When America is united, America is totally unstoppable.

Let the past hold on to itself and let the present move forward into the future.

My goal as a theologian is to move beyond the acquisition of knowledge to its application in real life: in a word, I want to get wisdom.

I know no man who has any monopoly upon the wisdom of this universe. It belongs to those who can use it to help themselves and others.

A Tory government with a decent mandate seems the only hope of tackling the fiscal catastrophe responsibly.

...there is no old age of the soul.

A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.