Bjorn was a different breed, I threw my best material at him, but he would never smile, but that added to the charm when he played me and Mac. We were going nuts and losing our mind and he was sitting back like he was on a Sunday stroll. – Jimmy Connors
But why should I read what somebody else thinks of my life when I know the real story? – Jimmy Connors
New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up. – Jimmy Connors
Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,