I really hate my hair when it's not braided because it's so big when it dries. When it's wet it looks cool, but when it dries it gets all in my mouth during a match and I hate it. I wouldn't mind shaving it off.

Fear is only a four letter word.

Control me...release me...forget about me.

I'm proud of what I have accomplished so far in my career, but the finish line is nowhere in sight. Still, it's fun to look back before we move forward.

It's all in the mind or it's all in the head. Surrounded by bone, it's nothing but muscle.

I still look forward to doing things I've never done before. But the fear beforehand is always worse than the actual moment.

It's also so cool to be able to develop the talent to be able to jump and control the motorcycle which is a very fun thing to do but it's hard to manage the two. It's so easy to get hurt, and that's the last thing I want to do.