I never made a decision in my life that wasn't one hundred per cent selfish.

There was clearly great charm and worth in a sport so quaintly perverse in its basic instructions. Hit down to make the ball rise. Swing easy to make it go far. Finish high to make it go straight.

Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.

American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.

It's great to have an enemy. Sharpens your senses.

Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.

Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.