“I liked to win, but more than anything, I loved to play the way I wanted to play”

Golf was my life. I didn’t want to give it up. So I went to work!

If you can’t outplay them, outwork them.

Golf is not a game of good shots. It’s a game of bad shots.

If a man can shoot 10 birdies, there’s no reason why he can’t shoot 18. Why can’t you birdie every hole on the course?

If we could have just screwed another head on his shoulders, he would have been the greatest golfer who ever lived.

I’m glad I brought this course, this monster, to its knees.

Hit the ball up to the hole… You meet a better class of people up there.

There is no similarity between golf and putting; they are two different games, one played in the air, and the other on the ground.

I don’t like the glamour. I just like the game.

If the Masters offered no money at all, I would be here trying just as hard.

Why that would be like challenging Bing Crosby to a singing contest,wouldn’t it

You hear stories about me beating my brains out practising, but the truth is, I was enjoying myself. I couldn’t wait to get up in the morning, so I could hit balls. When I’m hitting the ball where I want, hard and crisply, it’s a joy that very few people experience.

I have found the game to be, in all factualness, a universal language wherever I traveled at home or abroad.

Certainly, if you can’t manage your game, you can’t play tournament golf.

The only thing a golfer needs is more daylight.

You only hit a straight ball by accident. The ball is going to move right or left every time you hit it, so you had better make it go one way or the other.

The land gets inside of us; and we must decide one way or another what this means, what we will do about it.

How do you make a dimmed light bright again? Remove the interference. How do you increase health in a dis-eased person? The same way!

I don’t know and I don’t care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

Why is life so difficult? Why can’t we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?

I don’t necessarily think that installation is the only way to go. It’s just a label for certain kinds of arrangements.

I surrender to the Monster. What pleasure at last to give way to the strongest force in oneself.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a woman’s man: no time to talk.

The amount of good luck coming your way depends on your willingness to act.