I hate to lose more than I like to win. I hate to see the happiness on their faces when they beat me!
Greatest thing in life: Winning a tennis match. Second greatest thing in life: Losing a tennis match
I never lost a tennis match, I just ran out of time
What works for the person you're imitating may not work for you.
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.
Tennis was never work for me, tennis was fun. And the tougher the battle and the longer the match, the more fun I had.
I was raised by two women, and that laid the groundwork for the way I treat 'em: with the utmost respect and admiration.
There is only one number one. It is a lonely spot but it has got the best view of all.
I hate to lose more than I love to win.
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.
I was never part of the crowd.
I've been kicked in the teeth more times in tennis than the law ought to allow.
But why should I read what somebody else thinks of my life when I know the real story?
When you're hot, anything can happen.
The trouble with experience is that by the time you have it you are too old to take advantage of it.
For the last five or six years the most important thing in my life has been my family.
I like any title with the letters U.S. in front of it. To me, the U.S. Open is the most important tournament in the world.
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.
With everything else that would swirl around me when I got involved in it, tennis was my main concern.
Tennis would be much more exciting if they had pitching machines firing Tennis was given to me to keep me off the street corners of east St. Louis.
From where we lived, to practise in St Louis was an hour-and-a-half drive each way, so that took a lot of the time. So really, our lives just took different paths.
People don't seem to understand that it's a damn war out there.
I always insist on my jeans being ironed. Is that a problem?