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I'm addicted. I'm addicted to golf.

As a kid, I might have been psycho, I guess, but I used to throw golf balls in the trees and try and somehow make par from them. I thought that was fun.

Don't force your kids into sports. I never was. To this day, my dad has never asked me to go play golf. I ask him. It's the child's desire to play that matters, not the parent's desire to have the child play. Fun. Keep it fun.

Achievements on the golf course are not what matters, decency and honesty are what matter.

Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps.

I did envisage being this successful as a player, but not all the hysteria around it off the golf course.

I do plan to return to golf one day, I just don't know when that day will be.

I get to play golf for a living. What more can you ask for - getting paid for doing what you love.

I love to play golf, and that's my arena. And you can characterize it and describe it however you want, but I have a love and a passion for getting that ball in the hole and beating those guys.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

I am relying on the theory that playing golf is just like riding a bike and that I haven't forgotten how.

While playing golf today I hit two good balls. I stepped on a rake.

You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.