[In the modern game] you're either a clay court specialist, a grass court specialist or a hard court specialist... or you're Roger Federer...

I hate to lose more than I like to win. I hate to see the happiness on their faces when they beat me!

Greatest thing in life: Winning a tennis match. Second greatest thing in life: Losing a tennis match

Rather than viewing a brief relapse back to inactivity as a failure, treat it as a challenge and try to get back on track as soon as possible.

Experience is a great advantage. The problem is that when you get the experience, you're too damned old to do anything about it.

New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up.

I never lost a tennis match, I just ran out of time

I am not looking to be understood or liked. Like me or not, I don't care. I am an outsider, that is the way I was brought up.

I hate to lose more than I love to win.

With everything else that would swirl around me when I got involved in it, tennis was my main concern.

I was raised by two women, and that laid the groundwork for the way I treat 'em: with the utmost respect and admiration.

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

I almost forgot to tell you - you have the right to remain silent, but if you do, my boys at the station will process your bones to help you confess.

Earthly riches are like the reed. Its roots are sunk in the swamp, and its exterior is fair to behold; but inside it is hollow. If a man leans on such a reed, it will snap off and pierce his soul.

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.

Governments do not make ideals, but ideals make governments.

It's the choosing that's important, isn't it?

My memoirs are full of humor, I had to change jokes because it was a little too dark.

I would recommend if you come to Ocean Grove and you're not from around here, don't wear rubber pants, a pink shirt and a blue jacket. Leave that for Asbury Park.

The great white cold walks abroad!

My father is schizophrenia, but he's good people.