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

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

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.

It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness

I’m old and crazy, but I still give a damn. And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

But where I can get prickly and combative is, if I’m just called a sci-fi writer. I’m not. I’m a novelist and poet. Don’t shove me into your damn pigeonhole, where I don’t fit, because I’m all over.

Damn the great executives, the men of measured merriment, damn the men with careful smiles, damn the men that run the shops, oh, damn their measured merriment.

The worst part of being gay in the twentieth century is all that damn disco music to which one has to listen.

I have always hated that damn James Bond. I’d like to kill him.

So when you act like the individual is not important, well, it is damn important who these people are and what they are.