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The Only Really Unplayable Lie I Can Think Of Is When You're Supposed To Be Playing Golf And Come Home With Lipstick On Your Collar.

My Father Started On This Golf Course At Latrobe When He Was Sixteen Years Old. He Was Digging Ditches When They Were Building The Golf Course.

It Is Not A Dreamlike State, But The Somehow Insulated State, That A Great Musician Achieves In A Great Performance. He's Aware Of Where He Is And What He's Doing, But His Mind Is On The Playing Of His Instrument With An Internal Sense Of Rightness - It Is Not Merely Mechanical, It Is Not Only Spiritual; It Is Something Of Both, On A Different Plane And A More Remote One.

On The Old Course At St. Andrews: This Is The Origin Of The Game, Golf In Its Purest Form, And It's Still Played That Way On A Course Seemingly Untouched By Time. Every Time I Play Here, It Reminds Me That This Is Still A Game.

I Would Never Felt Good If I Hadn't Experienced Losing, Because Losing Is Part Of Your Life. And It Something That If I Could Teach People To Understand That I Think It Could Help Them A Lot.