Fights can be dumped in a dozen ways. Sometimes everybody but the fighter knows. Sometimes only the fighter knows.

Unless we know people well, we sit around with our words and our minds starched, afraid of being ourselves for fear of wrinkling them.

Isn't everyone a part of everyone else?

Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on.

Tell Papa I admire him but from now on I plan to admire him from as far away as I can get.

Boxing is a mental sport. Think of a prizefight as a chess game of mind and body, and you are a little closer to it than if you compare it to a bloody brawl in an alley.

You can't eat your friends and have them too