To this day, with all of these muscle-bound guys, nobody hit the ball further than Mickey Mantle, with his natural strength.

I went to my first game May 30, 1956, and Mantle was in the beginnings of his Triple Crown season. And he was drop-dead handsome.

You can't leave Mickey (Mantle) off. Mickey would have to be in there.

Nobody is more truthful when he's acting than De Niro.

Mickey Mantle wore it, ... I just enjoy it.

To write a book about Mickey Mantle and not to show people who he really was doesn’t make any sense whatsoever. So I decided the only way to do this is call it a novel and plow full-speed ahead as to what my interpretation and my estimation of who he was and what was troubling him. This is a very complicated book. It’s hardly just about sex.