I'd say that golf is about 75% mental. If your state of mind gets out of kilter, you're worse off than a tomcat floating on a log.

The fairways were so narrow you had to walk down them single file.

Just have a Coke or something and watch the boys go past.

The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.

If I could have shot 69 in the last round every time, I would have won nine U.S. Opens. Nine!

I believe in destiny...what's going to be is going to be. If I'm going to win, I'm going to win...I don't give a damn what the other guy shoots. I'm going to win if it's my turn.

The fact that Slammin' Sammy couldn't win the Open made it all the more valuable for the players that did win. Gave it a special quality. I'd say a part of the sheen on that trophy comes from my sweat.