In my early days of flying, if you flew on instruments, you were inevitably going to fly in thunderstorms. That was just a part of the business of flying.

I was born in 1929, that was the depression, so the golf course was manned by my father and two guys, they worked for my dad and they took me with them everywhere they went. And it was fun.

I wanted to emulate my father. I wanted to be as tough as he was. I wanted to do the things that he did. I watched him.

When you get into competition and get under pressure, and get over that ball and are looking at it, and know you have to hit it, it is having that system to depend on to get that ball to where you want it to be.

Golf is deceptively simple and endlessly complicated.

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

Concentration comes out of a combination of confidence and hunger.