It's always been eclectic; you never know what you're going to get.

Hate brings me to my knees, love gets me on my feet.

I'm going to go down swinging... I'm sure as heck not going to go home and say I had a bad tournament.

I've been cheered by thousands, booed by thousands, but nothing feels as bad as the booing inside your own head during those ten minutes before you fall asleep.

The great part about tennis is you can't run out the clock.... As long as we were still playing, I had a chance.

Every now and then I will play; I try to focus on charitable work. I might do it because it's an offer I can't refuse, so I rally and try to stay in shape and keep myself active.

I play tennis for a living even though I hate tennis, hate it with a dark and secret passion and always have.