“When I was very small, maybe 8 years old, we had a big radio that stood on four legs, and it had a cross piece underneath it, and I used to take a pillow and crawl under the radio.”

It’s a wonderful feeling to be a bridge to the past and to unite generations. The sport of baseball does that, and I am just a part of it.

That really is my trademark. Day to day, week in, week out. If something happens and the crowd roars, I shut up.

I’m going to sit back, light up, and hope I don’t chew the cigarette to pieces.

Don’t let the winds blow your dreams away… or steal your faith in God.

You can almost taste the pressure now.

I try to call the play as quickly as I possibly can and then shut up and let the crowd roar because, to me, the crowd is the most wonderful thing in the whole world when it’s making noise.

A man really determines himself by what he does.

I guess my thermometer for my baseball fever is still a goose bump.

It’s a great time of the year. If you can stand it.

If I can get a story about a player, I would give you a ship load of numbers, batting averages and all just for that one precious story. That’s the kind of thing that I love to do.

I’ve told several writers this, and, again, I get back to it, but if you want to make God smile, tell him your plans.

I’m not a military general, a business guru, not a philosopher or author. It’s only me.

As long as you live keep smiling because it brightens everybody’s day.

Good is not good when better is expected.

I don’t like to be alone, but I do cherish the moments that I’m alone with a good book.

Almost all of us growing up have played baseball on some level. It has an inside track with people. It has a unifying effect.

God put a cross between you and hell. If you want to go to hell, you will have to crawl over the cross of Jesus.

I guess my goal is to design my own walker. The walkers with the big tennis balls, no one wants to use those. I would rather crawl down the street in New York City than use those.

Forgiveness, I have found, is a slow walk. A tender crawl.

I survived the darkness. Crawled. Clawed. Endured. Untangled lies from truth. This wisdom is my sword.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.