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.

I'm not a great player, but I'm a damn good one.

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

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 hope everybody's had fun, because I've enjoyed my ride. I can tell you that. Now it's time to step aside and let some other young kid come in and win. Hopefully, they will, too.

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

It's nice to walk into a club and see your picture. Then you know you've done something good.