I never saw my mother happy with me and proud of me for doing something: She only knew me as being a wild kid running the streets, coming home with new clothes that she knew I didn't pay for. I never got a chance to talk to her or know about her. Professionally, it has no effect, but it's crushing emotionally and personally.

I'll go back and take what the people owe me.

I haven't been with a woman in nine months.

I may have smoked too much weed, but I wasn't taking drugs or anything.

Not to be egotistical, but I don't think there is a man on this planet who can beat me

If you can't remember the small things, how are you going to remember the big things? The mind is a real dangerous neighborhood to travel by ourselves.

I felt the same fear in my first fight as I did in my last fight. It never goes away.