God, it would be good to be a fake somebody rather than a real nobody.

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

King has big offices, houses, and he pays his fighters a lot of money. An, because he's black, the FBI figures he must be doing something crooked.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating.

I try my best to learn from other people's mistakes. I have a lot of respect for people who can change.

I'm gonna make sure you talk about me, and your grandkids and kids after that gonna know about me...your great grandkids will say "wow, wasn't that a bizarre individual?"

I know I'm going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.