Sometimes you have to accept that a guy played better on the day than you.

Watching a movie a couple of weeks ago. An American movie. I can't remember the name, but it wasn't even a sad movie. It caught me off guard. I was on an airplane.

You can't expect yourself to be already peaking like crazy in an exhibition tournament.

I don't know how you can go through a four-hour match with Rafa and he never gets a time violation.

With all the injury problems we have in men's tennis at the moment, I'm happy to still be standing.

I had a nice dinner. I let the evening unfold, flow. I like to sit in a chair with a wine glass. When I woke up, I thought, 'Why didn't I go to bed at 11?' I came back at 3 and went to bed at 5.

You live during the match, and you have strong emotions, but you don't want to get too overexcited. My body's totally flat now. I cannot move anymore. I'm totally exhausted, just because of the tension out there.