May thy ball lie in green pastures, and not in still waters.

May thy ball lie in green pastures, and not in still waters.

I never played a round when I didn't learn something new about the game.

If the Masters offered no money at all, I would be here trying just as hard.

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.

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

Every day you miss playing or practicing is one day longer it takes to be good.