We are ignorant of what it is we do not know even though we know more than we can ever say
The fifth set is not about tennis, it's about nerves.
The eyes of some of the fans at Davis Cup matches scare me. There's no light in them. Fixed emotions. Blind worship. Horror. It makes me think of what happened to us long ago.
We have a guy from Switzerland who is just playing the game in a way I haven't seen anyone - and I mean anyone - play before. How fortunate we are to be able to see that. If he stays healthy and motivated - and the wonderful feel he has stays with him - he is the kind of guy who can overtake the greatest.
I go to London, my favourite city in the world, and I feel at home.
The boys are so powerful off of the baseline now that they don't have to come to the net to finish points. That's the reason we went to the net. To finish the point. Nowadays, even the big guys can hit winners four feet behind the baseline.
A few years after my first son was born, he wanted to know how we chose his name, so I began reading him the story of Noah's Ark.
This perhaps was what lay at the root of the hysteria surrounding what came to be known as the Gold Rush: Men desiring a feeling of fortune; the unlucky masses hoping to skin or borrow the luck of others, or the luck of a destination. A seductive notion, and one I thought to be wary of. To me, luck was something you either earned or invented through strength of character. You had to come by it honestly; you could not trick or bluff your way into it.
Whole generations have forgotten history.
Both of my parents would say they were atheists, so where I inherited my connection to God I don't know. But it's natural. No Bible, no Torah, just the love religion.
I don’t love just men. I love people. It’s not about a gender. It’s just about the spirit that exudes from that other person you’re with.