My golf game's gone off so much that when I went fishing a couple of weeks ago my first cast missed the lake.

I'm going to leave y'all with one thought. I'm a big believer in fate. I have a good feeling about this.

I know most players do, but I always keep both eyes opened. I still do it. I see two shafts, the real one and the transparent one. I look for what's on the inside edge of the transparent one

I do not think I could go on living unless I felt that one day I might win the Open Championship at St. Andrews.

I'm about five inches from being an outstanding golfer. That's the distance my left ear is from my right.

As a golfer, you feel like you're perpetually on the rack [in foursomes]. Mentally, it's very difficult.

I had a few miracles happen out there today.