“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.”

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

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.

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.

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.

As my great friend Aristotle said, ‘If you cannot command, you must learn to listen.’ I’m not the hierarchy here. I am a worker bee.

You can’t get AIDS from a hug or a handshake or a meal with a friend.

We need American foreign policy that tells the world very clearly that it is bad to be our enemy and good to be our friend.

When you face a crisis, you know who your true friends are.

Finishing a good book is like leaving a good friend.

Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy.

The Hulk, Detective Comics, Action Comics, you name it. Seeing those old books got me interested in new comics, so my friends and I would hit the local comic shop every Saturday to pick up the cool titles of my generation.

Each of us bears the imprint of a friend met along the way; In each the trace of each.