“I love the European tour. I always have. But my home is the United States. That’s where I would rather play.”

I’m not a big gambler anymore. I like to do it. I enjoy it instead of trying to make money off of it, because I realized you can’t make money gambling.

It sucks getting old.

I feel like I’m the Babe Ruth of golf.

There’s nothing better than competitive golf.

I’ve screwed up a lot, but I’ve always admitted it.

I look at the PGA, and it was like winning the lottery.

I’m a guy who’s either going to go full bore, or I’m not going to do it at all.

It wasn’t a being-with-each-other kind of close. We all went our own ways.

The U.S. Open is not John Daly’s style of golf.

I can’t stand to work out. I can’t stand to do a sit up; you know, I can’t stand to run.

Pretty much my whole career, I have been aggressive. I have always been a guy that goes at pins. That’s kind of the way I’ve been all my career, and I don’t know, really, if I can change.

I can sit here and hit all the balls and chip and putt all day long, but if you’re not playing competitive golf.

A bad day on the course doesn’t have to mean a bad night and a bad week and you get to scream at your agent.

The thing I love about Donald, it’s time this country is run by a businessman and not people with their hands out, and Donald doesn’t have his hands out.

Everybody fights demons. Some are worse than others.

I was young and dumb back in the ’90s, but I had a lot of fun.

To be free is to have achieved your life.

Never have a ceiling on your income.

Poor and most middle-class people believe “If I have a lot of money, I could do what I want and I’d be a success.” Rich people understand, “If I become a successful person, I will be able to do what I need to do to have what I want, including a lot of money.”

We have the purveyors of hatred who take every single incident between people of two races and try to make a race war out of it and drive wedges into people. And this does not need to be done.

If you don’t have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we’ll eat your mules up, sir.

I have for myself no conceivable complaint to make, and yet for American literature in general, and its standing in a country where industrialism and finance and science flourish and the only arts that are vital and respected are architecture and the film, I have a considerable complaint.

Rich people believe “You can have your cake and eat it too.” Middle-class people believe “Cake is too rich, so I’ll only have a little piece.” Poor people don’t believe they deserve cake, so they order a doughnut, focus on the hole, and wonder why they have “nothing.”

All l mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings, only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why either except that the strings are all in one another’s way.