“You may be big in New York, but in Walters, Oklahoma, you’re nobody.”

Finish last in your league and they call you idiot. Finish last in medical school and they call you doctor.

Coaches who shoot par in the summer are the guys I want on my schedule in the winter.

They wanted to buy out my contract, but I couldn’t make change for a $20, so they had to let me stay.

Damn referees, I’ll miss them less than anybody.

You always catch the wrong players.

The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.

If I make a set of rules, then a guy goes out and steals an airplane. He comes back and says, ‘It wasn’t in the rules.’

Hell no. When I die I want to be sick.

I don’t have any tricky plays. I’d rather have tricky players.

I don’t understand these new coaches who don’t drink. What do they do when they get beat?

Doctors bury their mistakes, but mine are still on scholarship.

You mean in the state?

I’d rather be a football coach. That way you only lose eleven games a year.

We did have three go to the YMCA.

Why do so many Christians pray such tiny prayers when their God is so big?

When a big play occurs for our team, I’m concentrating on how the defense is reacting to it.

When I moved to New York, I started switching fragrances. Between different seasons I would change fragrance, or if I was going out for a big fancy night versus going out in the daytime. But I also found that I was changing and growing so much.

I’ve never been a big fan of gossip. Being a victim of it, I knew how much it hurt.

I’ve never turned over a fig leaf yet that didn’t have a price tag on the other side.

Liverpool is a club with a big, big, big history, and all the clubs in the world have a big history if the present is not too successful.

My feet ain’t got nothing to do with my nickname, but when folks get it in their heads that a feller’s got big feet, soon the feet start looking big.

Ten percent of the big fish still remain. There are still some blue whales. There are still some krill in Antarctica.