I learned you can't drink whiskey and play golf.

Granted, I could go out and lose everything (by) gambling and drinking, but there's no sense in denying it. It's in my blood.

You're playing competitive, and it's always better to play four competitive rounds than it is two because you sit there for a weekend and then you start all over again.

Seems I used to do everything like I was on a mission. If it was alcohol, I wanted to drink till I couldn't see straight. If it was golf, I wanted to beat everybody's brains out. If it was driving, I can get there faster'n you can. It's not anybody's fault, I guess. I was stubborn as hell. I had no direction.

Stories match the way our species thinks. Equally important, stories are something we share - everyone everywhere tells stories and oddly enough, in the same way. It all probably started around some campfire a million years ago.

I hit the ball as hard as I can. If I can find it, I hit it again.

Nobody can know what's in my heart. Nobody can know what I'm thinking. I know what I've got to do.