Freed from the thoughts of winning, I instantly play better. I stop thinking, start feeling. My shots become a half-second quicker, my decisions become the product of instinct rather than logic.

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.

Tennis uses the language of life. Advantage, service, fault, break, love - the basic elements of tennis are those of everyday existence, because every match is a life in miniature.

If I've learned nothing else, it's that time and practice equal achievement.

Tennis was always sort of a - a learning. It was a vehicle for me to discover a lot about myself.

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

Big dreams are so damn tiring.