I'll never be happy. I believe I'll die alone. I would want it that way. I've been a loner all my life with my secrets and my pain. I'm really lost, but I'm trying to find myself. I'm really a sad, pathetic case. My whole life has been a waste. I've been a failure. I just want to escape.

March 16th, Mike Tyson [vs.] Razor Ruddock, Razor Ruddock dies. If he doesn't die, it doesn't count. If he's not dead, it doesn't count.

I think I'll take a bath in his blood.

In the scheme of life, in emotion and loss, I responded the way I did. I lost. I shouldn't have responded that way. I've had some people tell me that I did a great thing - sticking up for myself - but to me, personally, with the way that I handled my emotions, I lost. But I learned. That will not happen again.

I can quit boxing now and practically go into any kind of business and I'll be successful just as well as I was in boxing.

All praise is to Allah, I'll fight any man, any animal, if Jesus were here I'd fight him too.

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.