“I’ve had enough of worrying about everybody else. Now I’m taking care of me.”

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.

I’m the luckiest human being that ever walked.

I’ve tried to lose weight two or three times, and every time, my golf game was horrible.

A lion controls his jungle.

I’ve known Donald forever, and I know the bad things they say about Donald Trump is not true because I’ve known him as a friend for so long. I’ve seen what he’s done for all types of people.

Osteoarthritis is a tough thing, brother. If my knee was broke, I would have had it fixed. But my situation is totally different. It’s painful as hell is all I can say.

I’m not a religious person. I have a one-on-one relationship with God, but I don’t go to church like I should.

I’m not the most religous person in the world, but I think the good Lord up there has blessed me.

I was always the one asking everybody else if they were O.K. I never talked about my problems.

I need to play three or four weeks to get into a rhythm.

I like to have this gut to put my elbow on it when I putt because I did it for so long. I just feel healthier this way.

It’s amazing what a little money can do when it’s spent on the right reason.