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.

All four days I didn't think. I just hit. Squeaky (Medlen, his caddy) said 'kill' and I killed it.

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

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.

Real freedom will come when U.S. soldiers in Iraq turn their guns on their superiors.

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.

[The greatest barriers to forming alliances] are not figuring out what would make others want to join with you. Assuming that what excites you excites others. Spend more time assuming people have good reasons for what they do or say and then figure out those good reasons.