I've probably put up with more criticism than a lot of people out there. At the end of the day, you block out everything, especially with your personal life.

That's when you've got to grit your teeth and hang in there and try and find a way to win when you're not playing your best tennis - that's what I can be proud of

Even when I was No. 1 in the world, I was taking it one match at a time. I never was a player to look too far ahead, the way draws can pan out.

When I go out to play, I still believe I'm as good as anyone out there. I don't have to prove anyone wrong. I know what I've done and how well I can play.

I'm fortunate: I can play as long as I want to play. There's no coach or trainer who is going to say to me that I'm dropped or sacked, it's time to move on. I can play as long as I want to play.

Matches are won and lost so many times in the locker room.

When I was a kid in Adelaide, I dreamed of becoming No. 1 in the world, winning a grand slam and the Davis Cup for Australia.

I was lucky enough to win the Davis Cup in my first year in 1999. I won my first slam at the U.S. Open in 2001 and became world No. 1 later that year. By the age of 20, I'd done it all.

I'm not a guy who needs to read motivation books.

Everyone has to call 'time' at some stage.

That's what you do all the hard work for, to play in situations that put your body through gruelling times. If you're not up to it, pull out.

When we think, we hurt. When we feel, we heal.

The fingers on the windows leave traces on them

Not merely what we do, but what we try to do and why, are the true interpreters of what we are.

I've always thought those guys are really funny. And I love Dumb and Dumber, Kingpin and Mary.

There were times in my career when I would try to write songs like Bob Dylan... Artists get hooked up in that. To be a follower, you lose.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

Hurry boys, hurry, we have to make a quick change or the hour will be up.

Once again, Pat Robertson leaves us speechless with his insensitivity and arrogance.

I cannot face the idea of life without work. What would one do when ideas failed or words refused to come? It is impossible not to shudder at the thought.