Just believe in yourself. Even if you don't, pretend that you do and, at some point, you will.

Some people say I have attitude - maybe I do... but I think you have to. You have to believe in yourself when no one else does - that makes you a winner right there.

I don't focus on what I'm up against. I focus on my goals and I try to ignore the rest.

My motto is: I'm alive, so that means I can do anything.

In my mind, I'm always the best. If I walk out on the court (and) I think the next person is better, I've already lost.

Of course, I want to be number one. But being happy and healthy is the most important thing.

Tennis is mostly mental. Of course, you must have a lot of physical skill, but you can't play tennis well and not be a good thinker. You win or lose the match before you even go out there.

When you lose, you're more motivated. When you win, you fail to see your mistakes and probably no one can tell you anything.

In the sports arena I would say there is nothing like training and preparation. You have to train your mind as much as your body.

If I cared deeply about what people thought of me, I probably would have never made it out of Compton, California.

My first job is big sister and I take that very seriously.

I am in your thoughts.You are in my dreams.

They were daughters of the sky. Luck belonged to them— never bad, often good, sometimes hard.

Big ideas are so hard to recognize so fragile so easy to kill. Don't forget that all of you who don't have them.

I generally travel with my laptop, a couple of great books, and my iPod.

You can get spiritual things out of books and stories and they have nothing to do with religion.

Of all wild beasts preserve me from a tyrant; and of all tame a flatterer.

It is abnormal for a Christian not to have an appetite for the impossible. It has been written into our spiritual DNA to hunger for the impossibilities around us to bow at the name of Jesus.

What you think you become.

Every time we lose a species webreak a life chain which has evolved over 3.5 billion years.

In dreams, through longings, we can see— All latent in the dust of gold These forests that perhaps could be— But that will never, ever, grow.