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.

Hitting a golf ball and putting have nothing in common. They're two different games. You work all your life to perfect a repeating swing that will get you to the greens, and then you have to try to do something that is totally unrelated. There shouldn't be any cups, just flag sticks. And then the man who hit the most fairways and greens and got closest to the pins would be the tournament winner.

Hit the ball up to the hole... You meet a better class of people up there.

You never fight your eye when you look at a hole. If it looks one way, play it that way. Don't make a big deal out of an easy shot.

Selecting a stroke is like selecting a wife. To each his own.

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

All other things being equal, greens break to the west.