“I like to play hard. Always.”

No more excuses about being young.

Byrd has always been that kind of pitcher.

2004 has to be my year. No more excuses.

He threw hard, but a good fastball.

My only worry was that he didn’t throw me a sinker.

I work hard on my defense.

When you go to home plate with a lot of confidence,

I want to be consistent from the first day of the season to the last.

I love hitting-that’s my favorite part of the game.

I’m an immigrant myself.

I don’t like to play slow or softly.

You feel that you can hit any pitch.

I’m confident, but not so confident that I’m cocky.

It’s something I take pride in, but it’s nothing that I want to brag about. It’s part of my game.

Trying to trick you, keep the ball low, in and out.

I have to get better, but I can’t change the way I play.

Airplanes may kill you, but they ain’t likely to hurt you.

My wife gets so mad at me because I don’t like to cook on the grill.

It seemed not unlikely that the phenomenon owed its origin to the scattering of sunlight by the molecules of the water.

I like to think of myself at home in the armchair, writing, smoking and occasionally wandering down the shop.

I didn’t really want to be in the lifestyle without the music. And I didn’t want to be in the music without the lifestyle.

I like women. I don’t understand them, but I like them.

Falling in love is terrible. It makes you act foolish, like an idiot.

Being older now, grown, I’m like, ‘What do we really do that’s fun?’ I’m kind of corny when you think about it. What could I rhyme about? Let me see, um, I gotta pay the rent today.