I Didn't Start A War. Nobody Died.

I Lost In The Second Round Of The French Open And Had 10 Days Off. I Went To The Hard Rock Cafe. It Was Exciting To Be Away From My Parents, To Stay In A Hotel. Hotels At 17 Meant Freedom.

When I Was A Child, I Had Posters Of James Dean In My Room. I Was A Big Admirer Of His Work And Was Fascinated By Him Living On The Edge. Looking Back, My Life Was Kind Of The Same.

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.

I Love The Winning, I Can Take The Losing, But Most Of All I Love To Play.

I Didn't Start A War. Nobody Died.