When I was a child, I had posters of James Dean in my room. I was a big admirer of his work and was fascinated by him living on the edge. Looking back, my life was kind of the same.
Every time you are not practicing someone else is.
The suit-and-tie job is very nice, but it's not really who I am in my heart.
I haven't lost a war. No one got killed. I just lost a tennis match.
Where do you go when you're the best in the world? What's next?
I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.