As I got older and started moving up the ranking, the matches got more important, and my emotions ratcheted up. I guess I hid my real feelings behind the anger.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My best tennis at my peak was when I played a lot of matches.

As I got older, I guess I became more mellow and more forgiving and more loving.

As if a great creature had grown old without being able to express its feelings. Not that it didn't know how to express them, but rather it didn't know what to express.

I didn't serve and volley until I got to Wimbledon in '77.