I must be the only player in the world who ever injured himself for a tournament by stepping on a shell on the beach. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

If you are given a lot of money without having to work for it, you won’t appreciate it as much as if you made it yourself.

Ivan Lendl’s never going to be a great player on grass. The only time he comes to the net is to shake your hand.

While I didn’t have everything that I wanted, I was still a happy kid.

If I can’t serve on grass, I can maybe help cut the grass, paint the lines and serve some strawberries.

It’s easier when you play. You get your emotion out. You scream. You yell. You do whatever you want. You play. But it’s tough to sit.

With me, you never know what is going to happen.

When I started in my career, my sister was very sick so I play for her because we didn’t have money.

It’s great, but there is one problem. She doesn’t sleep. At night she seems to turn into a vampire. She wakes up every night five or 10 times, asking for things, singing, calling out.

When I won Wimbledon, I said to God: just let me win this one tournament and I won’t play another match. Maybe God’s telling me to go home, but I don’t want to go home. We are negotiating at the moment.