Life is not a bowl full of cherries, there's good and bad stuff.
What the hell, I paid my dues.
You've got to have the guts not to be afraid to screw up.
At the British Open, I had my opportunities, but the ball just didn't want to go in the hole on the back nine.
I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.
I've never been to heaven and, thinking back on my life, I probably won't get a chance to go. I guess the Masters is as close as I'm going to get.