The most interesting guy I've ever played with was King Hassan of Morocco. I went over there on a trip in the early 1970s, and the King and I played five holes. I've never been that nervous in my life.

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.

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

Putts get real difficult the day they hand out the money.

I thought I'd blown it at the 17th when I drove into a trap. God is a Mexican.

I'm actually a very quiet person off the golf course. I talk 150 miles per hour when I'm at the course, but when in private I very seldom ever open my mouth.

How can they beat me? I've been struck by lightning, had two back operations, and been divorced twice.