I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.

My style was impetuous, my defenses were impregnable, and I was ferocious.

I know at times I come across like a Neanderthal or a babbling idiot, but I like that person.

When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.

One day some guy is going to get a billion-dollar fight.

The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves. All of these people who are heroes, these guys who have been lily white and clean all their lives, if they went through what I went through, they would commit suicide. They don't have the heart that I have. I've lived places they can't defecate in.

Lennox Lewis, I'm coming for you man. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!