Love is like a booger. You keep picking at it until you get it, then wonder what to do with it.

We are wont to condemn self-love; but what we really mean to condemn is contrary to self-love. It is that mixture of selfishness and self-hate that permanently pursues us, that prevents us from loving others, and that prohibits us from losing ourselves.

Love is being stupid together.

True love is like a pair of socks: you gotta have two and they've gotta match.

There was a time when the guys who [hit it long] were considered dumb-asses, because they just bombed it and didn't care where it was going. I can hear Lee Trevino saying, 'If that guy had half a brain ' Now, that's the game. Vijay bombs it. Tiger bombs it. It doesn't go in the fairway, but [that doesn't matter]. Tiger was dead last in fairways at San Diego, and he won.

There are four categories of questions Emmily asks:
1. Can I please go to the bathroom?
2. Where is the bathroom?
3. Is it okay if I raise my hand and ask a question?
4. I don't understand anything you've said in the last thirty minutes. Could you explain it again? Also the last six weeks.