It looks like daytime. Nobody's thinking of going to sleep.

That's something I'm probably going to go to sleep with tonight - realizing I'm a lot better pitcher than that, and I know a lot better than to throw a 3-0 fastball up in the zone and let him swing freely. If I could do it right now, I'd throw it low and away, and not care if I walked him. There were two out.

I didn't sleep for two days thinking about this game. Reed has too many good shooters.

I can sleep at night knowing that for the last two years I gave everything I had for the ski jumping movement in my country. I have dedicated myself more than I thought I could and ended up working 100-hour weeks desperately doing any and everything I could do to break through -- all with a tiny budget and no support staff. When I realized that my aspirations and expectations were higher than the reality of our situation, I knew I had to retire.

He struggled the whole way. He couldn't lay down to sleep. People kept thinking it was really pneumonia. There was really nothing he could do. He just couldn't breathe.

I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four.