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

I have found the game to be, in all factualness, a universal language wherever I traveled at home or abroad.

Like most professional golfers, I have a tendency to remember my poor shots a shade more vividly than the good ones.

There's no set time or schedule for developing one's skills as a professional golfer, and it certainly doesn't come overnight. It's a muscle-memory exercise that comes over time.

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.

The greatest pleasure is obtained by improving.

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.