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

I could have knocked him out in the 3rd round but I wanted to do it slowly, So he would remember this night for a long time.

Cus was my father but he was more than a father. You can have a father and what does it mean?—it doesn't really mean anything. Cus was my backbone . . . . He did everything for my best interest . . . . We'd spend all our time together, talk about things that, later on, would come back to me. Like about character, and courage. Like the hero and the coward: that the hero and the coward both feel the same thing, but the hero uses his fear, projects it onto his opponent, while the coward runs. It's the same thing, fear, but it's what you do with it that matters.

I just have this thing inside me that wants to eat and conquer. Maybe it's egotistical, but I have it in me. I don't want to be a tycoon. I just want to conquer people and their souls.

There are nine million people who see me in the ring and hate my guts. Most of them are white. That's okay. Just spell my name right.

I don't try to intimidate anybody before a fight. That's nonsense. I intimidate people by hitting them.

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.