He hits the ball a long way and he knows how to win.

Golfers don't scream. Golfers just adjust the pleats in their pants and go from there. That's about as antagonistic as we get.

He's in the mold of a Tom Watson, in that he'll hit the ball in the trees and undaunted go it there, flail it out and make something out of it.

They don't cut the greens here at Augusta. they use bikini wax.

I don't putt face-on exclusively, but in the back on my mind I'm haunted by the notion that I'm sure it's the best way to putt.

He's got an overall flair for the game. It looks to me like he really loves what he does and he can't wait to get up in the morning, go hit some balls and go play.

I'm nearsighted in my right eye, have glaucoma in my left, and the nerves in my hands are on Medicare. Basically, I'm on the wrong end of a short sale.

My interest in magic was kindled by Steve Martin, the comedian I'd gone to high school with.

My career started slowly and then tapered off.

I hate to repeat lines, to say the same damned thing. I try to rewrite cliches and make what I say sound fresh.

I made nothing happen very slowly.

Slayeth the evil that lives inside you, where they are walking the Devil walks too.

When 'happiness' eludes us - as, eventually, it always will - we have the invitation to examine our programmed responses and to exercise our power to choose again.

I think a lot of stuff I find funny is from day dreaming.

I think today will be the day. Today our luck will change,' I proclaimed on the wings of the first coffee of the day, pure optimism in a liquid state.

Privilege is when you think that something's not a problem because it's not a problem for you personally.

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

Jose Enrique's strength is that he's very strong

Popular films are so powerful and compelling that it's often easier to accept their versions of history than the much more complicated true stories.

Do not fail to learn from The pure voice of an Ever-flowing mountain stream Splashing over the rocks.

Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.