On getting busted in a major tournament
From the book: Missouri & Me

Then suddenly you get busted. You have to stand up and leave but your legs are weak. Standing becomes difficult, and, as you walk away, you look back and your game is still being played, only you are no longer part of it. It’s over for you and no one misses you. Your adrenalin still flows through your body; you feel dazed, you feel lost and you feel alone. You may feel you got very unlucky; you may feel anger. You may think, “If only?” And all those players you have battled with, stared at, studied, looked for clues that might betray their blank poker faces; all those players whose heads you have entered for so many long hours: they are still in the game and you are now merely a spectator. A spectator if you can bear to watch at all.