I live where I would like to live. I live in Majorca, Spain, and I am not sure there are better places.
I think I am a complete player. I can play well on all the surfaces. For me, the clay might be easiest, but I am not a specialist on clay.
However great your dedication, you never win anything on your own.
I doubt about myself. I think doubts are good in life. The people who don’t have doubts I think only two things-arrogance or not intelligence.
I like fishing. Not actual fishing – I like the peace and quiet of being at sea. It’s different.
Everyone is entitled to have their own opinions.
I love the crowds in Miami. I feel that is one of the tournaments where I get more support. That helps me a lot.
New York is a special place; it’s a city that I love.
If you are playing bad you are going to lose here, on clay, on ice, or on the beach.
Two weeks ago, I was in a fantastic situation, winning at Roland Garros. Now, losing in the first round, it’s tough. The tour continues. Life continues. This is a sport of victories, not a sport of losses. Nobody remembers the losses. I don’t want to remember the loss.
The thing, when you’re down two sets to love, is to stay calm, even though it’s hard, because people are freaking out, people are worried for you.
Confidence is the most important thing in this sport, and the confidence from winning Wimbledon would make it easier to win the Olympics, too. Either would be very difficult, both even more-but the player who wins Wimbledon will be the favorite for the Olympics. It can happen.
I’m really, really emotional.
That’s painful always to lose.
Is only a tennis match. At the end, that’s life. There is much more important things.
I am decidedly unfriendly during a golf game, from the first hole to the last.
I’m delighted with the way I’m playing at the moment.
I’m not the best player in the history of tennis. I think I’m amongst the best. That’s true. That’s enough for me.
I will do as I usually do. Tomorrow is going to be a day like any other day.
I was passionate about soccer. I still am. Odd, though – playing soccer always made me much more anxious than playing tennis. On soccer days, I’d be out of bed by 6 in the morning, all nervous. But I was always calm when it was time for a tennis match. I still don’t know why.
I just try to win the match by fighting for every point, and running down every ball.