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

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

The ultimate judge of your swing is the flight of the ball.

I always outworked everybody. Work never bothered me as it bothers some people.

I dreamed one night that I had 17 holes-in-one and one two, and when I woke up I was so goddam mad.

I'm glad I brought this course, this monster, to its knees.

Shoot a lower score than everybody else.