“Son, we’d like to keep you around this season but we’re going to try and win a pennant.”

They say Yogi Berra is funny. Well, he has a lovely wife and family, a beautiful home, money in the bank, and he plays golf with millionaires. What’s funny about that?

I feel greatly honored to have a ballpark named after me, especially since I’ve been thrown out of so many.

It’s wonderful to meet so many friends that I didn’t used to like.

I was such a dangerous hitter I even got intentional walks during batting practice.

Managing is getting paid for home runs that someone else hits.

I got players with bad watches – they can’t tell midnight from noon.

You can’t go out to the mound hobbling and take a pitcher out with a cane.

You have to go broke three times to learn how to make a living.

The team has come along slow but fast.

You have to have a catcher because if you don’t you’re likely to have a lot of passed balls.

Without losers, where would the winners be?

There comes a time in every man’s life, and I’ve had plenty of them.

If you’re playing baseball and thinking about managing, you’re crazy. You’d be better off thinking about being an owner.

Been in this game one-hundred years, but I see new ways to lose ’em I never knew existed before.

The Yankees don’t pay me to win every day, just two out of three.

They told me my services were no longer desired because they wanted to put in a youth program as an advance way of keeping the club going. I’ll never make the mistake of being seventy again.

I like to bike a lot and do some 300s here and there. Really, I love to bike though. I like being outside and moving around, seeing the good scenery around Miami and such.

I want to stay around longer than the pitchers who were at the top when I came into the big leagues. I don’t want to be gone and have all the old guys – Seaver, Carlton, Ryan and Sutton – still pitching. I got rid of Palmer, now I want to outlast the rest of them.

All I’ve ever done is try to entertain my way through a life that often has a huge amount of heaviness in it.

My brother says I’m too famous to hang around with him.

I was influenced by the Beats because I actually just began to commit adolescence around 1955, when “Howl” and Rebel Without a Cause and a lot of other new things were popping up.

Really? Is it long enough to go around both our necks and the chimney so we can tandem jump off of this? That’s all I really care about you and your little garden hose.

What you will see is love coming out of the trees, love coming out of the sky, love coming out of the light. You will perceive love from everything around you. This is the state of bliss.

Usually when I’m writing, I try to write fairly quickly. If a song sits around too long, it starts to take on a stink.