I don't want nothing comin' at me that I can't stop.

I grew up in Beaufort, South Carolina, in a six-room farmhouse with a couple of leaning posts to keep it from fallin'. I came up in a time when men were men.

I had my Olympic gold medal cut up into eleven pieces. Gave all eleven of my kids a piece. It'll come together again when they put me down.

Fighting George Foreman is like being in the street with an 18-wheeler coming at you.

You can map out a light plan or a life plan, but when the action starts, it may not go the way you planned, and you're down to the reflexes you developed in training. That's where roadwork shows - the training you did in the dark of the mornin' will show when you're under the bright lights.

When I go out there, I have no pity on my brother. I am out there to win.

The way I fight, it's not me beatin' the man. I make the man whip himself.