In tennis, you're on an island. Of all the games men and women play, tennis is the closest to solitary confinement.
Fear is like a giant fog. It sits on your brain and blocks everything. Real feeling, true happiness, real joy, they can't get through that fog.
It's no accident, I think, that tennis uses the language of life. Advantage, service, fault, break, love, the basic elements of tennis are those of everyday existence, because every match is a life in miniature.
When you find the moment you are no longer prepared to tolerate what you are feeling, change happens.
I question myself every day. That's what I still find motivating about this. I don't have the answers, I don't pretend that I do just because I won the match.