“God, I hope I wear this jersey forever.”

Obviously, you’re known for what you do. But you still want to be known as a good person. You’re a person a lot longer before and after you’re a professional athlete.

You’ve got to make adjustments as you get older.

I’m not one to sit around and be satisfied about something. I can always get better.

I want to play every day. This year will be absolutely no different.

The only legacy I want is to be thought of as a winner.

The last thing you want to do is finish playing or doing anything and wish you would have worked harder.

I never think about my own stats, as long as I’m contributing to the team.

My heroes, my dreams, and my future lay in Yankee Stadium. And they can’t take that away from me.

I have the greatest job in the world. Only one person can have it. You have shortstops on other teams – I’m not knocking other teams – but there’s only one shortstop on the Yankees.

You know what I want to do? Wake up one weekend and not have to go anywhere and do nothing.

I’ve been lying to you guys for a long time, saying I wasn’t nervous and there’s no pressure. There was a lot of pressure to do it here.

It doesn’t seem like the season really gets under way until you have your home opener

It doesn’t take any talent to play hard.

The Yankees have strict rules. You can have a mustache but no other facial hair.

Sneak out when things go good. It bothers me when people have good games and stand in front of their locker waiting for the media, then they have bad games and sneak out the back.

I try to stay as private as possible; I know that’s difficult, especially playing here in New York, but I make an attempt at it.

One of the greatest of a great man’s qualities is success; ‘t is the result of all the others; ‘t is a latent power in him which compels the favor of the gods, and subjugates fortune.

My experiences with science led me to God. They challenge science to prove the existence of God. But must we really light a candle to see the sun?

We need god to prosper those without him will not.

It’s not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

I hate you, God. I hate you as though you actually exist.

In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me for I know love, I am loved by thee.