Big Dreams Are So Damn Tiring.

Hate Brings Me To My Knees, Love Gets Me On My Feet.

Hitting The Ball Has Never Been My Issue, So I Can Literally Not Pick Up A Racquet For Two Months And Hit The Ball, Really, Really Nicely. I Mean Movement's Always An Issue.

I'm Going To Wake Up Tomorrow And Start With Not Caring How I Feel. That's Going To Feel Great.

I've Been Criticized For Not Having Perspective In The Past And I Thought That Of Myself Many Times But Not There.

My Father Actually Moved Out From Chicago Just So He Could Play Tennis 365 Days A Year, So It Was - It Was A Place We Played Every Day. We Played Before School. We Played After School. We Woke Up. We Played Tennis. We Brushed Our Teeth In That Order.