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

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.

I guess when we get older, we try so hard to get our game back. Sometimes it happens, and sometimes it doesn’t.

I make a lot of bogeys and a lot of birdies.

Yes, it’s true – I love the roar of the crowd. When the fans are with you, their voices come together in a big booming rush of sound that you can actually feel in your body – almost like a wave that lifts you and carries you past your own limits.

I don’t feel anything when I watch Shaquille O’Neal play. I don’t feel anything coming off him.

I feel I’m fortunate compared with a lot of parents in being able to afford a nanny but, you know, it’s expensive.

If I do feel scared I deliberately challenge myself not to feel scared.

We wander, question. But the answer waits in each separate heart – the answer of our own identity and the way by which we can master loneliness and feel that at last we belong.

I’m not a guy that’s going to brag or feel like I’m better than the group.

I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to fall into pure bottomlessness forever.

Whenever you feel uncomfortable, instead of retreating back into your old comfort zone, pat yourself on the back and say, “I must be growing,” and continue moving forward.