“I’ve tried to lose weight two or three times, and every time, my golf game was horrible.”

You can be addicted to meat, as far as I’m concerned. Why else would I eat six cheeseburgers a day?

I’ve always been a quick putter, so I should never get the yips. But I got ’em. I got ’em bad.

I don’t mind hitting the ball bad, but when I feel like I’ve hit the ball pretty good for four days and shoot an 81, it’s not golf.

It seems there always something coming up for me during Masters week, but that’s not an excuse to play good or bad golf.

It just seems like the Democrats always have a problem when a Republican gets in office.

Kid Rock is a hell of an athlete.

It’s hard for me not to play on the West Coast. I love it out there.

I’m a fighter. I’m a survivor, and I’ll get through anything people can throw at me.

I wanna have more majors than Jack Nicklaus.

I’ve always said that it’s none of my business what other people think of me.

Coming down the 18th, your heart’s pounding, and the hair is sticking straight up on your arms – there’s no feeling like it.

I’m not like Tiger. I can’t play one week and win.

It’s a lot easier knowing you can’t do something than knowing you shouldn’t.

Patrick Reed has become a hell of a player.

Life is full of challenges and surprises, and I’ve had my share.

I hate getting haircuts. It’s like going to the damn dentist, man.

In Manhattan, every flat surface is a potential stage and every inattentive waiter an unemployed, possibly unemployable, actor.