Every time a fellow golfer gives me a piece of advice I have thought about it. A different thing is that this advice can be introduced into my golfing routine.

I look into eyes, shake their hand, pat their back, and wish them luck, but I am thinking, I am going to bury you.

To give yourself the best possible chance of playing to your potential, you must prepare for every eventuality. That means practice.

I'd like to see the fairways more narrow. Then everybody would have to play from the rough, not just me.

I miss. I miss. I miss. I make.

If you ever feel sorry for somebody on a golf course, you better go home. If you don't kill them, they'll kill you.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end.

They say I get into too many bunkers. But is no problem. I am the best bunker player.

A detailed analysis of his four-putt at the 1986 Masters: I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I make.

The point is that it doesn't matter if you look like a beast before or after the hit, as long as you look like a beauty at the moment of impact.

Everything was fine until I walked on to the first tee!

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.

I understand you. I know you love me. I wish you were there.

A little space of time before time expires a little way of breath.

When happiness points in one direction while wisdom, truth, integrity, and common sense point in another, that's when really smart people start doing really stupid things.

Intuitively you want some place [such as your phone] to store phone numbers, so you have that part of your brain to do other tasks.

It will never be altogether well with us till we convert the universe into a prayer room.

Cancer research is a growth industry.

I am pretty detached from the local music crowd though.

It is time, not the mind, that puts an end to love.

The comfort of our peer-connections is reflected in our most honest and direct hand-holding. When we trip, they are the first ones to pull us back up.