A million thoughts went through my mind. What little mind I have.

There are days when I can hear men tying their shoe laces in the gallery.

I've been on the tour for 23 years and anybody who knows me knows that I am a jokester.

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.

You've got to have the guts not to be afraid to screw up.

I might not come home with hardware, but I'm winning.

I never had any thought the whole week. I figured my caddie [Jerry Beard] knew the course a lot better than me, so I put out my hand and played whatever club he put in it. I'd say, "How hard do I hit it?" He'd tell me and I'd swing. The guys who come down here once a year and try to get smart with Mr. Jones' course are the dumb ones.