People confuse being world No. 1 with winning a Major championship.

You don't win tournaments by playing well and thinking poorly.

Golf is played between the ears and if you are not 100 percent focused on what you are trying to do, then people will go past you no matter who you are.

I ruptured my plantaris muscle. It runs through the calf and goes down the side of your achilles and stretches right to the heel.

I'd been told there are 10 difficult holes and eight impossible ones. I'm still trying to work out which the 10 difficult holes are.

No, I don't have any problems leaving disappointments behind. I've had lots of good days at golf and a few disappointments, so you never know what's around the corner.

The satisfaction you get when you finally beat your dad is amazing, that rush of adrenaline.

It's such a psychological and mental game, golf, that the smallest wrong thing at the wrong time can distract you from what you're trying to achieve.

Golf is difficult to get your personality over because you are such a bottle of concentration.

Sometimes Americans don't quite get my sense of humor. My good ol' British sarcasm seems to go over their heads.

Yes, a Major would mean so much to me but I'm a great believer that if you work hard and in the right way, you will get what you deserve.

You will encounter many challenges in life. But you must never be defeated by the challenges.

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?And if you lie to a liar, is the sun somehow negated or reversed?

I love the Bible. I read it every day. I spend 10 hours a week studying it. It has affected my life in profound ways. I am inspired when I read it.

Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear. I can't understand what they are saying. It's a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.

We reject: kings, presidents and voting. We believe in: rough consensus and running code.

Personally, I read a lot of scripts.

Sometimes you have this tragedy which turns into an incredible opportunity.

He that sings on friday, will weepe on Sunday.

The stiffer the penalty, the greater the message is sent.

Everybody is so terribly sensitive about the things they know best.