Do not let the hero in your soul perish.
Ladies and gentlemen, the great number seven, Mickey Mantle.
Here's the pitch. Mantle swings. There's a tremendous drive going into deep left field! It's going, going! It's over the bleachers. . . over the sign atop the bleachers. . . into the yards of houses across the street! It's got to be one of the longest runs I've ever seen! How about that!
And that one is gone. A home run for Mickey Mantle! How do you like that?
I was in the right place at the right time.
In 1961, when Maris broke Babe Ruth's record, he wasn't intentionally walked once. Mickey batted after Roger, and nobody was going to put a man on base with Mantle coming up to the plate.
I know a doctor who can give you a shot and you'll get over that cold you've got and get better in a day.
I believe not only in "special providences," but in the whole universe as one infinite complexity of "special providences.
I was - I've always been a bit of perpetual adolescent.
I like Fisher Price music, nursery rhymes, and the alphabet song.
I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.