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

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

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.

No, actually I wanted to play five. I definitely wanted to try to lose that fourth set and test the waters in the fifth.

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.

One of the cool things I remember is the Swiss people brought their big cowbells.

I think I've always had a decent perspective on wins and losses on the tennis court.