“It’s not so simple to just stay in the moment and trust your game and your strength that you can turn it around.”

I have two lives, and all the problems I might have, I feel like I drop them once I step on to the match court.

When you’re good at something, make that everything

It doesn’t need to be the same every day, doesn’t need to be the same shower I use, the same restaurant I go to, the same hour I go to sleep. I’ve always been very flexible. I don’t care if I practice at nine in the morning or 10 P.M.

I would so like to be Lenny Kravitz.

Being a husband is for me as big a priority as being a father.

I did all the right things in so many tournaments. But like I said, sometimes in sports it just goes the other way. Maybe you’ve already won so much that it evens it out a bit sometimes. I don’t know.

I definitely need to use my chances when they come because definitely there wont be many.

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.

Early in my career, I had no consistency. Now I’m the most consistent player on the tour. It feels pretty good.

A man who wins, is a man who thinks he can.

The more I lose, the more they believe they can beat me. But believing is not enough, you still have to beat me.

I love tennis! I’ve always felt like this because it is such a classy sport with a great, competitive flair to it.

Simple version for me is, umm, started bad and finished bad basically.

Every match I go into, I’m the huge favorite. I lose a set and it’s, like, crazy.

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.

Obviously, matches and all that stuff takes its toll on your body and so forth. But as you get sort of a bit older, a bit wiser, and a bit more experienced, you know also how to handle it.

This love is a game and, darling, the truth is we’ll both lose in the end.

Philly gave me my ambition and drive to get more. It’s a reminder to stay on top of my game. That’s not a place I want to go back to.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, “You’re it. I mean you’re really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen.”

I’m at the top of my game so, when I win or lose, I don’t freak out…I don’t think we can call it a rivalry yet. There’s just to many great players around.

When I go home, sometimes, even when I had an amazing game, I always think about what I missed.

Inconsistency is my very essence; it is the game I never cease to play as I turn my wheel in its ever changing circle, filled with joy as I bring the top to the bottom and the bottom to the top.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.