When I hit a home run I usually didn't care where it went. So long as it was a home run was all that mattered.

Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'

He can run, steal bases, throw, hit for average, and hit with power like I've never seen. Just don't put him at shortstop.

You might as well go in and start getting dressed. I'm going to hit his first pitch for a home run.

In 1961 somebody could've hit a home run to win the game and the next day the headline was about the M&M boys not hitting a home run. But everyone was real good about it. Instead of getting mad they joked about it.

Casey didn't easily forgive a guy who got doubled up on a hit-and-run play. He didn't see any reason why the runner couldn't take a quick glance back toward the plate to make sure the ball was hit safely.