I still enjoy what I do. I haven't been playing much golf and none since I dislocated my shoulder, but I come to the office every day.

It's a funny thing, the more I practice the luckier I get.

I've always made a total effort, even when the odds seemed entirely against me. I never quit trying; I never felt that I didn't have a chance to win.

The most rewarding things you do in life are often the ones that look like they cannot be done.

Always make a total effort, even when the odds are against you.

What other people may find in poetry or art museums, I find in the flight of a good drive.

Success in golf depends less on strength of body than upon strength of mind and character.

Concentration comes out of a combination of confidence and hunger.

The secret of concentration is the secret of self-discovery. You reach inside yourself to discover your personal resources, and what it takes to match them to the challenge.

If you're stupid enough to whiff, you should be smart enough to forget it.

If you can see it, you can hit it and if you can hit it, you can hole it.

Things'll get worse before they get better.

You get what you work for, not what you think you deserve.

Tread not into the fearsome nightBut pull the covers high, Step not into the wild dark woodFor the Hobbers are dancing nigh

If we're not going to take full advantage of digital, then 35mm is a better medium. Especially for shooting dramas - I have no problem with 35mm.

But that’s one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.

Eventually the consumer will come to appreciate the editorial point of view of every different brand. User-generated content without editorial oversight will simply be background noise.

At first, I thoroughly enjoyed being famous.

Love all. Serve all. Help ever. Hurt never.

You marvel at the economy and this choice of words. How many ways can you describe the sky and the moon? After Sylvia Plath, what can you say?

I, too, await The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. When shall the stars be blown about the sky, Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?