Having two older brothers is a healthy reminder that you're always closer to the bottom than you are to the top.

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

I still don't believe I won the U.S. Open. It's so far-fetched for me.

The key to the match might have been his serving. Maybe I should have concentrated harder on watching them go by me, I don't know.

Almost everybody's here doing the same thing. Who am I to come up with an excuse when there's 64 other players here doing the same thing? 63 others, sorry.

I don't really rate press conferences. It's not as though I leave the room fist-pumping my way down the corridor after a good one.

The only pressure I feel is what I put on myself.