To Sink A Six-foot Putt With Thirty

You Have To Love Something And Have A Passion For It To Be Disciplined. My Commitment Was Purely To Golf

There's A Guy Who Won't Be In Contention. There's Another One I Don't Have To Worry About.

If I Had Only One More Round To Play, I Would Choose To Play It At Pebble Beach. I've Loved This Course From The First Time I Saw It. It's Possibly The Best In The World.

I'd Rather Be Two Strokes Ahead Going Into The Last Day Than Two Strokes Behind. Having Said That, It's Probably Easier To Win Coming From Behind. There Is No Fear In Chasing. There Is Fear In Being Chased.

I Never Hit A Shot, Not Even In Practice, Without Having A Very Sharp, In-focus Picture Of It In My Head. It's Like A Color Movie. First I 'see' Where I Want It To Finish, Nice And White And Sitting Up High On The Bright Green Grass. Then The Scene Quickly Changes And I 'see' The Ball Going There: Its Path, Trajectory, And Shape, Even Its Behavior On Landing. Then There Is This Sort Of Fadeout, And The Next Scene Shows Me Making The Kind Of Swing That Will Turn The Previous Images To Reality.