These pigeons have been living with each other for 10 or 15 years, but when I throw feed down, they kill each other to get it, and it's the same with the fighters. We love and respect each other...but we need that money.

That equals to being a fool, having fame and no fortune. A lot of guys out there have fame doing this and doing that, but they are broke.

When you have something in life that you want to accomplish greatly, you have to be willing to give up your happiness…I’ve lost all my sensitivity as far as being embarrassed, being shy, you just have to lose that.

It's the emotional punches that you can't see that are just overwhelmingly devastating to your heart - your moral fiber.

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

I'm sorry I let everybody down, I'm fighting just to pay my bills. I don't have the stomach for this anymore... I don't have the desire for it. I feel bad for the people... I wish they could get their money back.

I've lived places these guys can't defecate in.