The only time I talk on the golf course is to my caddie. And then only to complain when he gives me the wrong club.

I look into eyes, shake their hand, pat their back, and wish them luck, but I am thinking, I am going to bury you.

Every time a fellow golfer gives me a piece of advice I have thought about it. A different thing is that this advice can be introduced into my golfing routine.

The point is that it doesn't matter if you look like a beast before or after the hit, as long as you look like a beauty at the moment of impact.

A detailed analysis of his four-putt at the 1986 Masters: I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I miss the putt. I make.

For everything in life there is always a beginning and an end. This is the tough part the most difficult thing when you see that it’s coming: The end.

I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I make it.