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 accept the fact that I'm going to miss it sometimes. I just hope I miss it where I can find it.

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

That little boy is driving well and he's putting well. He's doing everything it takes to win. So, you know what you guys do when he gets in here? You pat him on the back and say congratulations and enjoy it and tell him not serve fried chicken next year. Got it? [...] Or collard greens or whatever the hell they serve.

Newspapers do a good job telling me what happened yesterday, but they'd be a lot more impressive if they could tell me what's going to happen tomorrow.

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

Every shot makes someone happy.