It can be boring to see the same players winning every time.

I am not blonde, yes. Have I dreamt about having a model contract? No. But have I dreamed about winning Wimbledon? Absolutely.

I have no sponsors because I am not blond, tall and slim enough

I like to draw, produce paintings, do something with my fingers - but I am very normal, down-to-earth person.

I can't permit myself to do things halfway; I never was like that.

I have to use other things to help my tennis, like my brain. But I believe that, even when your muscles are not so fast, with the brain and with concentration you can compensate.

Maybe something is wrong with me but I just think I'm normal. I'm not super-skinny but I'm not super-fat. But I don't really care about what other people say.

I started faster today which was good. I returned well but my serve was good, which was the key. I think I'm getting used to the conditions.

I always beat Jankovic so who do you think I want to play?

I will have won Wimbledon this year in 2013, and I will stop with that. It was magnificent. You will certainly see me at tournaments again, but not playing.

The first time at age 5 and a half, when I took a racket in my hands and my father fed me some balls, I made 50 backhands in a row - didn't miss a single one.

I don't give a damn for anybody's opinion, I only care about the facts. So I'm not an enthusiast for diversity of opinion where factual matters are concerned.

Images are the pegs holding down memory's billowing tent.

You're not trying to find the answer to a question, you're simply trying to confirm something you desperately want to believe: that everyone is evil.

I shall go and sit under a tree…. Which tree, Mma?... Oh, there are many trees in this life, she said. It does not matter which tree you choose, as long as you choose the right one.

Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism the way you play it is free will.

I was a grad student at UC Berkeley when I bought my Apple II and it suddenly because a lot more interesting than school

It’s not information overload. It’s filter failure.

in the mornin' po-lice at my door Fresh adidas squeak across the bathroom floor Out the back window.. I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

To see the big picture, get out of the dark valleys, climb to the sunny summits!

All the Saints of God are there to protect me, to sustain me and to carry me. And your prayers, my dear friends, your indulgence, your love, your faith and your hope accompany me.