I Hate A Hook. It Nauseates Me.

Every Day That You Don't Practice Is One Day Longer Before You Achieve Greatness

Like Most Professional Golfers, I Have A Tendency To Remember My Poor Shots A Shade More Vividly Than The Good Ones.

Selecting A Stroke Is Like Selecting A Wife. To Each His Own.

I Could Not Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again.

You Hear Stories About Me Beating My Brains Out Practising, But The Truth Is, I Was Enjoying Myself. I Couldn't Wait To Get Up In The Morning, So I Could Hit Balls. When I'm Hitting The Ball Where I Want, Hard And Crisply, It's A Joy That Very Few People Experience.