I used to, like, hit for a half hour and then go eat Cheetos the rest of the day, come out and drill forehands. Now I'm really trying to make it happen, being professional, really going for it, and I miss my Cheetos.

I don't want to live and die with every point that's being played out there now. I'm going to let my coach live and die with every point.

I'm not the savior of men's tennis in America. I'm just a kid trying to win a few matches.

I'm not going to go run and hide because I'm catching some heat. I'm not going to stay at home and pout.

In the States, tennis is sixth or seventh on the totem pole as far as sports go.

I'm gonna have to start winning some of the matches to call it a rivalry!

If I wore a sleeveless shirt, people would try to feed me after the match.