They wanted me to be a Washington.
A fantastic golf course and venue. It's one of those places that you always look forward to going back to. . . no matter how many times you have been there before.
You don't win tournaments by playing well and thinking poorly.
Golf is played between the ears and if you are not 100 percent focused on what you are trying to do, then people will go past you no matter who you are.
I'd been told there are 10 difficult holes and eight impossible ones. I'm still trying to work out which the 10 difficult holes are.
No, I don't have any problems leaving disappointments behind. I've had lots of good days at golf and a few disappointments, so you never know what's around the corner.
I'm heavier, but with muscle rather than flab. It's a massive difference. It means I don't get as tired sometimes and it means that I'm hitting the ball a lot farther, about 15 yards more with my driver.
Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
Visions of McDonald's restaurants dotting crossroads all over the country paraded through my brain. I don't believe in saturation. We're thinking and talking worldwide.
There can be no censorship better than one's own conscience.
I feel completely at home in the absurdities of India.