I paid a worker at New York's zoo to re-open it just for me and Robin (his wife). When we got to the gorilla cage there was 1 big Silverback gorilla there just bullying all the other gorillas. They were so powerful but their eyes were like an innocent infant. I offered the attendant $10,000 to open the cage and let smash that silverback's snotbox! He declined.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

People see it [boxing] as a physical contact sport, but it's not. It's really a spiritual one of will against will. Who wants it the most? How much is he willing to take - and dish out - to get it? It's like fighting is 10 percent physical and 90 percent emotional.

I don't do anything. My life sucks.

I don't think boxing took more from me then I got in return. It gave me everything that I took from it. It was all fair.

I feel bad about my outlook, how I feel about people and society, and that I'll never be part of society the way I should.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.