A World Series trophy is a wonderful thing to behold.
I love September, especially when we're in it.
I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.
I'm proud of the fact that I'm the only player to hit a ball completely out of Dodger Stadium.
I would always reserve a special place in my heart for Pittsburgh.
Baseball for me was instinctive, born within me, given to me as a gift from God.
Love soothes wounds, while hatred and violence deepen them.
Unfortunately, inner feelings and potential are often stunted by our parents, relatives or peers.
The bat is gone, but the smile remains.
Human beings are pampered by the Lord. Their real tests don't come until later in life.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
I don't really feel that I deserve all my applause.
People like us are afraid to leave ball. What else is there to do? When baseball has been your whole life, you can't think about a future without it, so you hang on as long as you can.
Reporters often forget that athletes are human beings.
I always said that when it was time to retire, I would know it, and I would just tip my hat to the crowds.
We devote our entire lives to becoming good ball players. We take batting practice until our hands bleed.
I'm a God-fearing man who worships with my heart and with my life.
I never search for a reason why - I have faith in the Lord's purpose.
If a reporter doesn't like the person he's writing about, it shows up in his article.
Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.
The Giants were a good team, but our biggest enemy was said to be Candlestick Park.
I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.
I never did allow anything to keep me from my kids. They're the most important part of my life.
Life is one big transition.
Don't be sharp or flat; just be natural.