I was a pretty good fighter. But it was the writers who made me great.

Don't worry honey, I'm too mean to die.

Tall men come down to my height when I hit 'em in the body.

By forgetting the past and by throwing myself into other interests, I forget to worry.

All the time he's boxing, he's thinking. All the time he was thinking, I was hitting him.

Nobody owes anybody a living, but everybody is entitled to a chance.

Nailing him was like trying to thread a needle in a high wind.