Golfer

I miss hanging out with my friends, getting in a little trouble. I have to be so guarded now.

The Masters is where I won my first major, and I view this tournament with great respect. After a long and necessary time away from the game, I feel like I'm ready to start my season at Augusta.

I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart.

I've always known where I wanted to go in life.

I enjoy what I do.

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

My failures have made me look at myself in a way I've never wanted to before.

I was living a life of a lie, I really was.

Golf is something I do selfishly for myself.

Hopefully I'll continue to have the success I've had.

As a child, the family that I had and the love I had from my two parents allowed me to go ahead and be more aggressive, to search and to take risks knowing that, if I failed, I could always come home to a family of love and support.

I probably will have to become more political down the road when my playing days are done, because I'm going to have to have the support of others to grow my foundation.

I thoroughly enjoy getting away from the game and going out fishing because it's so relaxing, so quiet and peaceful. I mean, there's no noise other than nature - and it's so different from what I do in a tournament situation that it just eases my mind.

As you all know, I'm kind of a perfectionist.

I know that balance that I need to have in my life.

Golf is evolving, every day, every shot.

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

A lot has transpired in my life.

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.

I'm all or nothing.