“I have a Russian heart.”

After being on the court for six hours, being on TV is very glamorous and fun for me. But tennis is always going to be my priority. It’s not going to be this thing when all of a sudden TV will get in the way of that.

I love where I’m from. I don’t live there because of the circumstances, but all my family is there. It’s what’s inside, it’s not what’s outside that determines the culture and the feeling.

There are days when I go out on the court and I feel like I can’t miss a ball.

It’ll be great. Of course I was disappointed last year. But I’ll get my revenge.

It’s strange for my friends when they see me on TV and in magazines, because the person that they see doing interviews and pictures on the red carpet is not the person that they know.

When you travel so many weeks a year, it’s always nice to have a home-cooked meal.

Since I’m constantly in the sun, I use sunscreen daily.

When you are young, you are a little naive.

Sometimes when you’re putting the work in it just seems so, so hard, and you never know when that work’s going to pay off.

I think it’s so cool to be tall. Even when I’m not wearing heels people tell me I’m tall and I always take it as a complement. The good thing is I can always see everybody in the room.

It’s nice to be one of the most beautiful people.

Since I was young, the artistic expression that fashion embodies has inspired me. It’s a way to communicate oneself.

It’s pretty hard being a tennis player and Mother Theresa at the same time and that’s just the way it is.

My style when I was younger was still unique to me. I didn’t necessarily dress by the trends, but I was always aware of what was trendy at the time and how I could apply it to my own sense of style.

I’ve been very competitive by nature from a young age, whether it was eating a bowl of pasta faster than somebody else, or always wanting to be the first one in line.

When I need to push myself, I think of all those nicely polished trophies waiting to be lifted up by the winner – and how that winner might be me.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

And why is it that we smile, even though deep down despair eats our hearts?

You need to be broken, to let the rays of hope in. Every broken piece can be fixed, it’s the glue that has to settle in, let time do its magic.

It’s as if the words were leaking from my veins, intravenous poison channeled to my heart.

Don’t think of your heart as lonely, my darling, think of it as resting.

Just like the season’s hearts change too.