There is a syndrome in sports called 'paralysis by analysis.'

It's an abnormal world I live in. I don't belong anywhere. It's like I'm floating down the middle. I'm never quite sure where I am.

I have always tried to be true to myself, to pick those battles I felt were important. My ultimate responsibility is to myself. I could never be anything else.

I don't want to be remembered for my tennis accomplishments.

Do not feel sorry for me if I am gone.

Trust has to be earned, and should come only after the passage of time.

Martina's like the old Green Bay Packers. You know exactly what she's going to do, but there isn't a thing you can do about it.