“There’s nobody taking center from me until I give it up.”

At my age, I’m just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

Now this is over thirty years later and the guy said he was that cab driver. He apologized and he was serious. I felt awful. He might have been spending his whole life thinking he had jinxed me, but I told him he hadn’t. My number was up.

We need a hit, so here I go.

I thought he had been shot.

Baseball didn’t really get into my blood until I knocked off that hitting streak. Getting a daily hit became more important to me than eating, drinking or sleeping.

At my age, I’m just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

I want to thank the good lord for making me a yankee

I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates.

In that case Mr. Barrow, Mr. Gehrig is a very underpaid ballplayer.

I played my best everyday. You never know when someone may be seeing you play for the first time.

Putting the Yankee uniform on every day.

If you keep thinking about what you want to do or what you hope will happen, you don’t do it, and it won’t happen.

I no longer have it (desire to play).

The absolute worst thing a person can say about your pictures is, ‘”That’s nice.” It’s the kiss of death.

It’s got to be better than rooming with Joe Page.

You start chasing a ball and your brain immediately commands your body to ‘Run forward, bend, scoop up the ball, peg it to the infield,’ then your body says, ‘Who me?’

There is in the universe neither center nor circumference.

Here are centered the hopes and aspirations and faith of the entire human race. I do not stand here as advocate for any partisan cause, for the issues are fundamental and reach quite beyond the realm of partisan consideration.

Finding the center of strength within ourselves is in the long run the best contribution we can make to our fellow men. … One person with indigenous inner strength exercises a great calming effect on panic among people around him.

My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.

But there are innumerable instances in human life where a single association, never reinforced, results in the establishment of a life-long dynamic system.

We are a company that lives and breathes a philosophy that’s centered on not only making sound business decisions but also personally and professionally finding ways to contribute to the well being of society.

An experience associated only once with a bereavement, an accident, or a battle, may become the center of a permanent phobia or complex, not in the least dependent on a recurrence of the original shock.

I think center is a critical position.