I don't believe in playing hurt, in taking injections to cover the pain.

Did you know that Christmas Day is absolutely the best day to fly? It is. No crowded airports and crowded planes. I always flew to Australia. That's what Christmas was for me - a plane journey to the next tournament.

I never really did Christmas before. Christmas Day? I mean - what's that? What's it all about? I was always flying on Christmas Day.

Life is not worth living if I cannot have pasta or bread again.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

What Mary has achieved is nothing short of amazing. If she can come back from all her injuries and do so well, then I think why can't I?