I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid.
I'm more focused at the plate- that's the key.
I'm not thinking about my numbers. I'm just trying to do the best I can to help the team win.
I never want to be satisfied. I never want to be like, 'OK, this is good enough. ' I always want to get to the next level and help the team improve.
My manager says we've been working with the FDA on this.
I feel good hitting in the three-hole. I guess that's where everybody wants to be. You want the responsibility of hitting in the middle of the lineup.
We have a lot of young players and some veteran players who make you feel good and give you a lot of tips. They always want to make sure you're ready to play.
I am a good mother and I feel proud about it.
What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!
Our Savior kneels down and gazes upon the darkest acts of our lives. But rather than recoil in horror, he reaches out in kindness and says, "I can clean that if you want. " And from the basin of his grace, he scoops a palm full of mercy and washes away our sin.
Give away everything you know, one bite at a time.