I must be the only player in the world who ever injured himself for a tournament by stepping on a shell on the beach. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I think I owe it to myself and my fans in Britain to play one more Wimbledon.

If I can't serve on grass, I can maybe help cut the grass, paint the lines and serve some strawberries.

Actually, I tossed it nicely, landed nicely, like airplane. No warning, beautiful. That's the art of throwing racquets.

I don't care now if I ever win a match in my life again. Whatever I do in my life, wherever I go, I'm going to be always Wimbledon champion.

Ivan Lendl's never going to be a great player on grass. The only time he comes to the net is to shake your hand.

The best book I read this year was 'The Da Vinci Code.'