In the United States, I'm lucky; in Europe, I'm good.

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.

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 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 miss. I miss. I miss. I make.

They say I get into too many bunkers. But is no problem. I am the best bunker player.