“It is not something I earned or acquired or bought (the ability to pitch). It is a gift. It is something that was given to me – just like the color of my skin.”

Rules or no rules, pitchers are going to throw spitters. It’s a matter of survival.

I’m finding it very soul-jailing, you know? You don’t have time to play guitar or speak to your friends and family. It’s very demanding. I don’t know how people do it, to be honest, without an alcohol.

When I gave up a grand slam to Pete LaCock, I knew it was time to quit.

My pitching philosophy is simpe. I believe in getting the ball over the plate and not walking a lot of men.

When I knocked a guy down, there was no second part to the story.

A curve ball is not something you can pick up overnight. It took me years to perfect mine.

My pitching philosophy is simple. I believe in getting the ball over the plate and not walking a lot of men.

She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.

From the colour the nature And by the nature the sign! Beatific spirits welding together As in one ash-tree in Ygdrasail.

Variety of form and brilliancy of colour in the objects presented to patients are actual means of recovery.

When the color achieves richness, the form attains its fullness also.

The colors of my soul do not need anyone’s approval, above my own.

When asked, “Why do you always wear black?”, he said, “I am mourning for my life.

Little as we know about the way in which we are affected by form, by color, and light, we do know this, that they have an actual physical effect.

Under this fine rain I breathe in the innocence of the world. I feel coloured by the nuances of infinity. At this moment I am one with my picture. We are an iridescent chaos.