Every punch I threw with bad intentions to a vital area...I aimed for his ear...I wanted to bust his eardrum...Every punch had bad intentions...My record will last for immortality, It'll never be broken...I want to live forever...I refuse to lose...I would have to be carried out dead to lose...I was coming to destroy and win the Heavyweight Championship of the World, which I done.

That's all they said was wrong with me?

I just don't have the desire no more, I don't have the stomach to do it no more. I don't even kill insects in my house. I just don't kill anything no more. I used to kill pigeons, rip their heads off, 'You dirty rat pigeon!' I don't even have the heart to kill an animal no more. I just changed my whole life in general. That probably could have changed the way I fight.

No one who isn't an extremist can understand the mind of an extremist.

The drug dealers, they sympathize with me. They see me as some sort of pathetic character.

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

I sacrifice so much of my life, can I at least get laid?