I Always Insist On My Jeans Being

I Had True Rivalries. Not Only Did I Want To Beat My Opponent, But I Didn't Want To Let Him Up, Either. I Had A Rivalry With Mac, Lendl, Borg. Everybody Knew There Was Tension Between Us, On Court And Off. That's What's Really Ingrained In My Mind: 'this Is Real. This Isn't A Soft Rivalry.' There Were No Hugs And Kisses.

There Was Never Anything I Wanted To Do More Than Play Tennis. Never Once Walked Out There And Thought, 'i Wish I Was Doing Something Else.' Not Once.

I Don't Go Out There To Love My Enemy. I Go Out There To Squash Him.

Experience Is A Great Advantage. The Problem Is That When You Get The Experience, You're Too Damned Old To Do Anything About It.

I Think My Greatest Victory Was Every Time I Walked Out There, I Gave It Everything I Had. I Left Everything Out There. That's What I'm Most Proud Of. I Can't Go Win Wimbledon Anymore, So If What I've Done In The Past Is Not Good Enough, Let It Go. Because I'm Certainly Not Sitting Around Thinking About It.