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

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

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

The trouble with me is that every match I play against five opponents: umpire, crowd, ball boys, court, and myself.

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.

While I didn't have everything that I wanted, I was still a happy kid.

When I won Wimbledon, I said to God: just let me win this one tournament and I won't play another match. Maybe God's telling me to go home, but I don't want to go home. We are negotiating at the moment.