Ian Poulter Quotes

The Masters is poetry to me.

I'm very excited every time I'm at Augusta National. It's such a beautiful and fabulous golf course.

I always got very excited about the Masters as a kid. I could hardly wait until the Wednesday when you'd get the BBC's preview. And I'd then be glued to the screen until Sunday night.

There's nothing like sitting and watching the Masters on TV.

Augusta National... an oasis of career-defining moments.

It's the Masters. If that doesn't get you nervous and your juices flowing, I don't know what does.

The Masters isn't about Jim Nantz and his storytelling. It's about golf's greatest tournament.

Sad to say I’m missing the Masters. Thanks to the fans for so many kind wishes.

I love nothing more than being in the last group on Sunday at the Masters. It's the greatest thing in professional golf.

The Masters, while it has slowly gained equal importance as a major, isn't really the championship of anything.

The Masters is going to be an awesome challenge.

It's always cool to go back home to Augusta, especially during The Masters week.

If you're one of the fortunate few on this Earth with a pass to enter the gates of Augusta National on Masters Sunday, you don't leave early. You just don't. If it's a Masters Sunday when Tiger Woods is near the top of the leader board, you really don't leave early.

Even when I finished third at the U.S. Open a few weeks back, I didn't putt very well, nor in the last round of last year's Masters when Mickelson won, nor last year's Open at Turnberry, where I came second.

Since 1934 every accomplished player in golf has come to the Augusta National looking for an introduction into history.

Needless to say, the Masters is the tournament I'd like to play in and win the most. I've never seen it in person and wouldn't go even if you gave me tickets, because I made a promise to myself as a kid that I wouldn't go until I played my way there.

The Masters is always at the front and center of my mind, and not because I'm the only one thinking about it. Other people associate me with this great event, and that's an honor.

One place I'd love to go is Augusta. My uncle's been to watch the Masters a couple of times and said you don't realise on television how hilly it is. When you walk the course, you're hiking up hills, but on TV it all seems so manicured.

The Masters runs deep in my heart; it's a love affair that I've had since I was a little boy with that tournament, that club.

The Masters is more like a vast Edwardian garden party than a golf tournament.

There is absolutely nothing humorous at the Masters. Here, small dogs do not bark and babies do not cry.

To make a couple putts to win the Masters is just an amazing feeling.

I can only tell you that eggs, country ham, biscuits, a pot of coffee, a morning paper, a table by the window overlooking the veranda and putting green, listening to the idle chitchat of competitors, authors, wits and philosophers, hasn't exactly been a torturous way to begin each day at the Masters all these years.

If you want to put golf back on the front pages again, and you don't have a Bobby Jones or a Francis Ouimet handy, here's what you do: You send an aging Jack Nicklaus out in the last round of the Masters and let him kill more foreigners than a general named Eisenhower.

The experience at the Masters was two years ago, and I am eager to win again this year so I can return to Augusta National in 2016.