I'm not invincible. I'm no Serena Williams.

If I would go out against some of these players and see them as their ranking, then I probably would have already lost before I even stepped on the court.

This tennis world, this tennis community, is very much a bubble, and it's very easy to get lost in here. You know, there is a real world out there still.

I haven't exactly grown wings or anything. I'm happy with how I have been playing so far this week, but my feet are firmly on the ground. I haven't cured cancer or anything.

Every opponent is a new opponent. Trust me, they don't give a crap how many matches I have won.

I admire Serena Williams, because, I mean, who doesn't admire Serena Williams?

Life is grace. Sleep is forgiveness. The night absolves. Darkness wipes the slate clean, not spotless to be sure, but clean enough for another day's chalking.

No kid in the world, no woman in the world should ever raise a hand against a no-good daddy. That's already been taken care of: A Man Who Destroys His Own Home Shall Inherit the Wind.

Saints cannot exist without a community, as they require, like all of us, nurturance by a people who, while often unfaithful, preserve the habits necessary to learn the story of God.

He took twelve pictures that day.Within a few days he showed me the contact sheet. "This one has the magic, " he said. When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

Change is possible, but it must start with self-acceptance.

I've been thinking about where I want to take my live show. I want everything in it to be pink, gold, and black. I don't want people to feel any other colors, like brown or yellow.

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Change your mind as often as possible. Just because you thought something yesterday doesn't mean you have to think it today. Don't ever become a prisoner of your own opinion

Nada is found within. It is a music without strings which plays in the body. It penetrates the inner and outer and leads you away from illusion.

Pretty isn't beauty. Pretty is how you look; Beauty is who you are. Pretty is in the face and body; Beauty is in the heart, mind and soul. Pretty fades; Beauty grows.