Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.

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

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

I probably have a 20,000-word vocabulary. I'll match my wits with anyone on literature, science and the arts.

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.

I respect the media. But periodically things come up. Like the guy in Toronto [CP24 Interview]. This is what I run into, also. Everybody that helps you is not necessarily your friend. And everybody that fights you is not necessarily your enemy. So you always have to be on guard.