“Watch out for guys like Scott Piercy and Danny Willett. They both play really good on fast, fast greens.”

Anybody who knows me… when I’m tired, I sleep with my eyes open.

I’ve had surgery on my knee and both feet and my elbow.

I try to think of myself as a lion, bringing down the kill, controlling the jungle.

Money is just paper that gets us through life.

I think my worst enemy is me.

I just don’t enjoy poker that much.

You’re going against the government of the United States. You don’t beat a federal court, a federal judge, and the FBI – there’s no way.

In ’92 I got my first coach and had it for two, three years. My wife hated it.

I’ve always said throwing a club shows you care.

My knee is screwed. I had the meniscus cut out.

In my life, I’ve seen everything, and one thing I know for sure is you can’t win in the federal court.

Golf is my passion, and so is great barbecue.

I know I’m not the only guy that’s had problems in life. And it seems to me that a lot of athletes shy away from talking about things that may have happened to them or their families.

I still wake up every day, so I’m winning.

I don’t like watching golf on TV. I’d rather play.

I’ve always said that I play for the fans.

I get up every morning determined to both change the world and to have one hell of a good time. Sometimes, this makes planning the day difficult.

Billy Joel and Joe Jackson were both great, and they both play piano.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Technologies will come and go, so you need to be able to both ask and answer the question: What do you do as a company, why do you exist?

I’ve had them both, and I don’t think much of either.

The opposite of love is not to hate but to separate. If love and hate have something in common it is because, in both cases, their energy is that of bringing and holding together

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.