Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.

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We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.

If a reporter doesn't like the person he's writing about, it shows up in his article.

Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.

I'm always amazed when a pitcher becomes angry at a hitter for hitting a home run off him. When I strike out, I don't get angry at the pitcher, I get angry at myself. I would think that if a pitcher threw up a home run ball, he should be angry at himself.

Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.

My first job after my retirement from baseball was as a narrator for the Eastman Philharmonica.

I see a lot of people who love their jobs. I see some garbage collectors smiling as they go about their work.

I owe a large part of my success to Joe Brown, who helped me both as a player and a person.

Never had I had so many friends and so much fun as I did in the projects.

I loved to hit with men on base and with the game on the line.

I've witnessed thousands of superior athletes try to becomes hitters and fail at it.

To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.

Reporters often forget that athletes are human beings.

There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.