I Had A System, And The System

I Was National Amateur Champion. I Was 24 Years Old. My Father Was There, And I Couldn't Wait To See Him, And My Mother. I Went Up And Was Waiting For All The Accolades, And My Mom Was Teary And Happy And My Dad Looked At Me And Said, "well, Boy, You Did Good," And That Was It.

I Can't Afford The Luxury Of Music While I'm Flying An Airplane. I Have To Pay Attention To What I'm Doing.

I Have A Psychological Feeling About Things - And If I Have Something That I Need To Accomplish And I Accomplish It, I Let Down After That, And That Happened To Me In Golf.

Concentration Comes Out Of A Combination Of Confidence And Hunger.

From The Beginning It Was Drilled Into Me That A Golf Course Was A Place Where Character Fully Reveals Itself -- Both Its Strengths And Its Flaws. As A Result, I Learned Early Not Only To Fix My Ball Marks But Also To Congratulate An Opponent On A Good Shot, Avoid Walking Ahead Of A Player Preparing To Shoot, Remain Perfectly Still When Someone Else Was Playing, And A Score Of Other Small Courtesies That Revealed, In My Father's Mind, One's Abiding Respect For The Game.