This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.

In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don't even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.

Win any way as long as you can get away with it. Nice guys finish last.

Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.

I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?

I never did say that you can't be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I'd trip her up.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

The fact that he and she understood each other without a word seemed to bring them nearer than any explanation would have done.

It's more important to be read than paid.

Those who have suffered, who have known poverty or oppression, are generally the most prone to kindness. Perhaps it is well to endure some misery if only to learn this lesson.

A Minneapolis, Minnesota high school teacher hung this sign under the clock in her classroom. "Time will pass...Will you?"

In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?

Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.

I was a university professor, I could talk on and on and on. Give me a podium and you have to drag me off with a hook.

We're excited for when Sony greenlights the $50 million film a "Bunch Of Swirling Colors" starring George Clooney and a lava lamp.

Don't try to make me consistent. I am learning all the time.

Reality is not what it used to be.