Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You'll never get out of the jungle that way.

I've fallen prey to my fair share of moments of the phobias of others and the way that that can become an attack.

Can anyone remember love? It's like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.

When you get out there on the mound, you've got what you've got, and you got to figure out a way to get outs.

There is no such thing as a fair fight.

I think the mind has a way of getting to where it needs to get to. If you are persistent.