“I looked up to my father when I was 7 and 8. I believed it was my calling to be in the big leagues. I’d been raised by a family that always told me I could do anything I wanted.”

I hadn’t focused on mechanics since I signed professionally.

I can relate to anyone. I can hang out with stoners, skaters, surfers, stockbrokers, lawyers, athletes, rappers. I feel I can hang out with any group of people and find common ground to talk with them.

I’m OK being the veteran, but I’m still just a kid.

I can count my friends on one hand.

I’m so secure in myself I couldn’t care less what people think of me.

The outfield is solid, so is the catching and the infield.

I was this 5-7 pudgy kid in high school… I wasn’t a popular kid. I was an outcast.

Some people pray to a totem pole, some people pray to a sun, some people pray to a god. It all works for them. It all comes back to what you think.

I do look forward to keeping in touch with the guys because we’ll always be connected in people’s minds.

I just write mechanical things.

When someone becomes successful or rich and famous, people perceive that person as being different. But I’m the same guy I’ve always been.

There’s a part of me that wants to go streak and run outside and jump around and go swim in the ocean and do everything. The other part of me wants to bear down and repeat this kind of performance next year and in the years to come.

I think in the bullpen you can tell during your warmups, if you have a good feel for it. But anything can happen once you get into a game. Sometimes you just wind up throwing it better than ever before one day without knowing why.

The only person who ever stops me from achieving something is me.

I refuse to be molded into some stereotypical ballplayer that has no interests, really, no life, no depth, no intelligence.

We’re all physical bodies, but basically everything we do is determined by what goes on in our heads.

We cannot, of course, save the World because we do not have authority over its parts. We can serve the world though. That is everyone’s calling, to lead a life that helps.

We are born seekers, calling strange names into the darkness from our earliest days because we know we are not meant to be alone, and because we know that we await someone whom we cannot always see.

Sex appeal is in the workplace every day of the week. I’m not saying that’s the only calling card, but it’s a whole crayon box.

Beneatha: You didn’t tell us what Alaiyo means… for all I know, you might be calling me Little Idiot or something… … Asagai: It means… it means One for Whom Bread–Food–Is Not Enough.

Charisma is a sign of the calling. Saints and pilgrims are defiantly moved by it.

When nonviolence begins halfway through the war with the aggressor calling time out, it exposes itself as a ruse.

The way to find your calling is to look at the way you were created. Your gifts have not emerged by accident.

The Muslim people is calling upon you, Jerusalem is appealing to you, will anyone answer?