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

You hear stories about me beating my brains out practising, but the truth is, I was enjoying myself. I couldn't wait to get up in the morning, so I could hit balls. When I'm hitting the ball where I want, hard and crisply, it's a joy that very few people experience.

Reverse every natural instinct and do the opposite of what you are inclined to do, and you will probably come very close to having a perfect golf swing.

Good golf begins with a good grip.

A shot that goes in the cup is pure luck, but a shot to within two feet of the flag is skill.

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

People have always been telling me what I can't do. I guess I have wanted to show them. That's been one of my driving forces all my life.