Baseball friendships are mostly transient affairs; ballplayers come and go. You don't know from year to year whether you'll be congratulating a man for hitting a home run or knocking him down with a fastball so he won't.
You Can Consider It Came from Me
--MARCH 7, 1960
[On playing in the NFL] You feel and taste more on one Sunday afternoon than most people do in a lifetime, and you don't have to wait years to find out if you are doing a good job.
Waiting for the Turk
--JULY 31, 1978
Everybody tells you [rattlesnake meat] tastes just like chicken. Maybe, but only if the chicken in question had a neck tattoo, took hostages and died in a police shootout.