I wouldn't, a little bit frightened but throughout my life I'd learnt that when you're in the serious situations, you've got to try to stay calm. Because that's the way you get out of them.

I was a pretty feisty young kid.

They wrote it that my moustache was insured for 13 million.

The strongest and most dangerous enemy you will ever face is a negative attitude. Learn to recognize when it is trying to invade your body and mind, then simply refuse it entry.

I chose to stay with tennis and they didn't understand that at the school.

Your game is only as good as your second serve

A few of us who are around the sixty mark don't play that much these days and if you are taking on a couple of guys in their forties it is very difficult.

At Wimbledon, the ladies are simply the candles on the cake.

I had started my love affair with Wimbledon.

I was in the main draw from the start, my opening match was on Court One against Jan Eric Lundquist of Sweden who was about eight in the world at the time.

You know, I was a regular on the Friday afternoon drill squad. Um, which... The year after I left school, I went back and thanked the sergeant major because I was so fit.

If they're friends, then they've got your back . . . whether you're there or not. Friends won't "forget" about you.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he is a saint orthey are not telling the whole story.

I'm not much of a math and science guy. I spent most of my time in school daydreaming and managed to turn it into a living.

And I love Evander Holyfield to death!

Playing for complications is an extreme measure that a player should adopt only when he cannot find a clear and logical plan.

I think that's why art prevails: because it helps people in a fairly intangible, magical way feel more connected to each other.

Some of us might look like accidents, but I mean none of us is in fact an accident.

Life is what you make of it, unless you have tourette's, in which case much becomes involuntary.

There is a curtain, thin as gossamer, clear as glass, strong as iron, that hangs forever between the world of magic and the world that seems to us to be real.

Suicide was a mortal luxury not afforded to angels.