I’m going to wake up tomorrow and start with not caring how I feel.

I’ve been criticized for not having perspective in the past and I thought that of myself many times but not there.

There is a star up there with your name on it... reach man, reach.

Walking to the net, I’m certain that I’ve lost to the better man, the Everest of the next generation. I pity the young players who will have to contend with him. I feel for the man who is fated to play Agassi to his Sampras. Though I don’t mention Pete by name, I have him uppermost in my mind when I tell reporters: It’s real simple. Most people have weaknesses. Federer has none.

A win doesn’t feel as good as a loss feels bad, and the good feeling doesn’t last as long as the bad. Not even close.

Well, you know, I’ve bonded with a lot of people over the years, you know. We played the same tournaments year after year and we go back to the same place and many times the seats have been full and that has meant the world to me for sure.

It means a lot to you, to be out there. The highs are pretty high, and the lows are pretty low. You know, it’s easy to feel like you let the team down. I mean, at the end of the day we still got to figure out a way to get through the tie.

You know everything you need to know about people when you see their faces at the moments of your greatest triumph.

If I don’t do what I need to do to win, I won’t win, no matter who is on the other side of the net.

Well, I actually tell my son that I don’t have any hair because he asked me the same question that I gave it to him when he was born, so he actually still believes that. He’s five years old.