I still break racquets, but now I do it in a positive way.

When you are winning too much, sometimes you think you should never lose again. I am learning to lose.

At her birthday, my seven-year-old daughter will say that she wants these big cakes and certain expensive toys as presents, and I can't say no to her. It would just break my heart. But when I was little, for birthdays we just played outside and we were happy if we got any cake.

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.

Lately, my mind is like an orchestra. If you don't have the conductor, you don't know what to do. One guy is playing jazz, one guy is playing rock and roll, another classical. It's a big mess.

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

I have so many runner-up cups that I am thinking of starting my own tea shop.