“I can’t please everyone. That’s not in my J.D., you know, not in my job description.”

A great tennis career is something that a 15-year-old normally doesn’t have. I hope my example helps other teens believe they can accomplish things they never thought possible.

You have your bad moments in your career and your good moments. And it’s been a good ride so far, but it’s not over yet.

I hit a ball for a living, but I have that passion to keep learning.

I want my tennis to speak for everything.

I don’t get to do as much sightseeing as I would like to.

I find a lot of inspiration in street style and watching women walk, the way they wear things and what they’re wearing.

I’m just a very tough person when I go on the court, and I really don’t want to lose.

If I loved a guy as much as I love my dog, the guy would be in serious trouble because I’m all over that dog, all of the time.

Through my travels, I find inspiration in street style and how young women create their individual looks and identity.

I’m never standing still and that makes my life pretty exciting.

My shoulder’s not where I want it to be, but I’m doing a good job of monitoring it.

I’m not the next anyone, I’m the first Maria Sharapova.

I have always had an interest in fashion and design and I appreciate style and timelessness within my footwear and accessories both on and off the court

I’m always on the go. I love doing things until I hit rock bottom. Then I need my 12 hours of sleep, and I’m on the go again.

I love what I do and I love being an athlete, but I also love all the things that have come with it.

Maybe if I was British, a semi-final would be incredible. I’d be on the front page of the paper.

I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.

I describe not men, but manners; not an individual, but a species.

However exquisitely human nature may have been described by writers, the true practical system can be learned only in the world.

Savage, despicable evil. That’s what we were fighting in Iraq. That’s why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy ‘savages.’ There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

Corporate types love to pretend their life is exciting. The whispers, fist-pumping and animated hand gestures are all designed to lift our job description from what it really is – that of an overpaid clerk.