You only hit a straight ball by accident. The ball is going to move right or left every time you hit it, so you had better make it go one way or the other.

I hate a hook. It nauseates me. I could vomit when I see one. It's like a rattlesnake in your pocket.

Shoot a lower score than everybody else.

When you see an opportunity, you practice and work, at least from sunup to sundown.

Why that would be like challenging Bing Crosby to a singing contest,wouldn't it

Jesus Christ can't hit a golf ball straight. It's virtually impossible - at best it's an accident.

You hear stories about me beating my brains out practicing, but the truth is, I was enjoying myself. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning so I could hit balls. I'd be at the practice tee at the crack of dawn, hit balls for a few hours, then take a break and get right back to it. And I still thoroughly enjoy it. When I'm hitting the ball where I want, hard and crisply - when anyone is - it's a joy that very few people experience.