My swing is so bad I look like a caveman killing his lunch.

When you're poor, you know nothing about the future, you know nothing about the world, nothing that goes on outside 300 yards around you.

You can talk to a fade but a hook won't listen.

You don't know what pressure is until you play for five bucks with only two bucks in your pocket.

I never think of yesterday. Can't do anything about it.

Who can say I have a bad swing? The only thing that matters in golf is the score you put on the board. You don't have to look pretty out there, you have to win. Look at my record and tell me who has a better swing than mine.

I still sweat. My guts are still grinding out there. Sometimes I have enough cotton in my mouth to knit a sweater.