I don't think anyone in their right mind takes me serious.

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

I used to hear a lot that all I could do was hit a serve, I couldn't volley, I can't hit a backhand, I don't return well, and then people would turn round and tell me I'm underachieving.

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.

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

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.

Umpiring, the only job in the world where you can screw up on a daily basis and still have one!