You Know My Dad Pushed Me To

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.

You Have To Understand Who You Are And Figure Out A Way To Communicate It. It Might Be In A Different Industry, But It's About What Pumps The Blood Through Your Veins, What Makes You Excited, What Pushes Your Buttons. And Then Discovering The Best Way To Communicate That, No Matter How Big Or Small; It's What You Stand For, What You Believe In, And What Reflects Who You Are.

He Thinks It's His Day, And When You Think It's Your Day, It Usually Is.

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. Even The Structure Of Tennis, The Way The Pieces Fit Inside One Another Like Russian Nesting Dolls, Mimics The Structure Of Our Days. Points Become Games Become Sets Become Tournaments, And It's All So Tightly Connected That Any Point Can Become The Turning Point. It Reminds Me Of The Way Seconds Become Minutes Become Hours, And Any Hour Can Be Our Finest. Or Darkest. It's Our Choice.

Tennis Was Always Sort Of A - A Learning. It Was A Vehicle For Me To Discover A Lot About Myself. And The Things That I Sort Of Discovered At Times I Not Only Didn't Want To See It For Myself But I Certainly Didn't Want Millions Of People To See It.