I'm convinced being a tennis analyst is the easiest job in the world.

I've been good about keeping my nose to the grindstone.

I don't care when people use the term 'one-Slam wonder' with me.

I think the medical term for the injury is 'the bottom of my ass hurts.'

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've become better at the net. I've got a 135 mph serve so I'd be stupid not to follow that in. Overall I'm a better player than I was last year.

The whole point of team competition is to pick your teammates up.