It's good to know how to read, but it's dangerous to know how to read and not how to interpret what you're reading.

My objective was to hurt the other fighters. I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to be merciless. Man, I was a wild thing. It's kind of a drug, a rush.

If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me?

My power is discombobulatingly devastating.

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.

People look at me as some bruiser, but I want to entertain people. I want people to applaud. I want to be the cause of people being happy, their emotions changing, to tell me I did a good performance.

They called me a 'rapist' and a 'recluse.' I'm not a recluse.