I was in the tennis bubble. I wasn't thinking about the big picture. I didn't notice what they said on television, I wasn't reading any papers. I had a coach and a manager, and they kept me in the bubble.

For a year, I had all sorts of weirdos coming on to me.

I drew my strength from fear. Fear of losing. I don't remember the games I won, only the games I lost.

I don't really care what the man on the street thinks. I never did anything to please him in the first place, and I'm not going to start now.

The suit-and-tie job is very nice, but it's not really who I am in my heart.

Girls are a distraction and can easily cost points.

I'm not a God, I make mistakes.