“Oh, my God, I don’t think any player can look forward to or expect to a career of so many Grand Slam wins or title wins or being so long at the top of the game.”

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.

Success is a nice thing because it always means you’ve taken a step forward and it gives you a sense of pride, which in turn gives you confidence and experience-a positive circle, so to speak.

The crowds are very important for tennis. It makes you play better, but it can also make you nervous and that’s the beauty of it.

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

I was aware of how incredible the match was. Unfortunately there had to be a winner. From my point of view many left feeling sorry for me instead of being happy for Rafa. Which hurts.

One should just be able to play a perfect game.

I never waited 27 years, because 27 years ago I was just born. My parents never told me, ‘If you don’t win Roland Garros we take you to the orphanage.

The one thing you can do for sure is push the luck on your side.

You can be stubborn and successful or you can give it up a bit and change things around. For me it’s important to have a bit of both.

I’m not the kind of guy who wakes up angry.

I am a sucker for those old traditional places, and Rome is as good as it gets, particularly when you throw in Italian food.

My game is a lot about footwork. If I move well, I play well.

The Church must stop expecting outsiders to act like insiders while insiders act like outsiders.

I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.

It’s my experience that people rise to the level of their own expectations and of the competition they seek out.

Expectations are resentments under construction.

Whatever we refuse to recognize about ourselves has a way of rearing its head and making itself known when we least expect it.

These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own.

The world is a mirror and reflects back your expectations. What you get is what you see.

You can’t just say that you’re committed to creating the best year of your life and expect it to stick. You have to make a conscious effort to allow this commitment to become part of your internal belief system.