Only thanks to Pop Art, my painting has become understandable.
If I would go out against some of these players and see them as their ranking, then I probably would have already lost before I even stepped on the court.
This tennis world, this tennis community, is very much a bubble, and it's very easy to get lost in here. You know, there is a real world out there still.
I haven't exactly grown wings or anything. I'm happy with how I have been playing so far this week, but my feet are firmly on the ground. I haven't cured cancer or anything.
Every opponent is a new opponent. Trust me, they don't give a crap how many matches I have won.
I'm not invincible. I'm no Serena Williams.
I admire Serena Williams, because, I mean, who doesn't admire Serena Williams?
That’s the thing about spies. Most of the secrets we keep are from each other.
Unbounded awareness is the reservoir of possibilities.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
When Honor's sun declines, and Wealth takes wings, Then Learning shines, the best of precious things.