“Putting the Yankee uniform on every day.”

There’s nobody taking center from me until I give it up.

Now this is over thirty years later and the guy said he was that cab driver. He apologized and he was serious. I felt awful. He might have been spending his whole life thinking he had jinxed me, but I told him he hadn’t. My number was up.

We need a hit, so here I go.

I thought he had been shot.

Baseball didn’t really get into my blood until I knocked off that hitting streak. Getting a daily hit became more important to me than eating, drinking or sleeping.

At my age, I’m just happy to be named the greatest living anything.

I want to thank the good lord for making me a yankee

I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates.

In that case Mr. Barrow, Mr. Gehrig is a very underpaid ballplayer.

I played my best everyday. You never know when someone may be seeing you play for the first time.

If you keep thinking about what you want to do or what you hope will happen, you don’t do it, and it won’t happen.

I no longer have it (desire to play).

The absolute worst thing a person can say about your pictures is, ‘”That’s nice.” It’s the kiss of death.

It’s got to be better than rooming with Joe Page.

You start chasing a ball and your brain immediately commands your body to ‘Run forward, bend, scoop up the ball, peg it to the infield,’ then your body says, ‘Who me?’

I’m proud to have been a Yankee. But I have found more happiness and contentment since I came back home to San Francisco than any man has a right to deserve. This is the friendliest city in the world.

New mysteries. New day. Fresh doughnuts.

Birthdays was the worst days, now we sip champagne when we thirsty.

I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle. Another day, another struggle.

You don’t remember days, you remember moments.

I’m famous today. People like me today. Might not like me tomorrow. You can’t count on it.

Beginning with the early dawn of each day, I will radiate joy to everyone I meet. I will be mental sunshine for all who cross my path. Before the unfailing light of my cheer, darkness will take flight.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day was; one cannot judge life until death.

I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.