I hate to lose more than I like to win. I hate to see the happiness on their faces when they beat me!
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.
Greatest thing in life: Winning a tennis match. Second greatest thing in life: Losing a tennis match.
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.
With everything else that would swirl around me when I got involved in it, tennis was my main concern.
Nothing is like being out there and playing and performing and winning – nothing. But to have an interest in the player? The nerves and everything that goes with it? Seeing what he’s learned and how he’s done it? That’s the second best thing to playing. I think.
I never lost a tennis match, I just ran out of time.
Big money encourages tanking. In my opinion, tanking is going on even with a lot of the top guys today – it’s quite evident.
I’ve been kicked in the teeth more times in tennis than the law ought to allow.
There was never anything I wanted to do more than play tennis. Never once walked out there and thought, ‘I wish I was doing something else.’ Not once.
I hate to lose more than I love to win.
I was raised by two women, and that laid the groundwork for the way I treat ’em: with the utmost respect and admiration.
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.
People say I’m around because I have a lot of heart, but I know all the heart in the world couldn’t have helped me if I wasn’t physically fit.
I don’t go out there to love my enemy. I go out there to squash him.
The minute you think you know everything about tennis is the minute your game starts going down the tubes.
Tennis was always there for me, which was lucky. I would go play baseball, basketball, football, hang with my brother, do whatever, and at the end of the day I’d come back and say, ‘Hey, Mom, would you hit 15 minutes worth of balls with me?’
I’m not begging to be remembered or whatever. I did my thing, and if you remember, that’s even better. But if you don’t, there’s so many other things going on.