We wanna believe that we're different than the average guy that's working 9-to-5, that our thoughts are different than his. Our inspirations and desires are different than his, that's why we succeed and he didn't cos we wanna believe we're different, but he just didn't get the break that we had...or he wasted it on something else.

There's no future in our past. Just experience. We want to return to it, but we don't want to close the door on it either.

How dare these boxers challenge me with their primitive skills? It makes me angry.

I'm a nut case, but that is what I believe.

For this fight my blood, my soul, everything was on the line.

I try to catch them right on the tip of his nose, because I try to punch the bone into the brain.

I just want them to keep bringing guys on and I'am going to strip them of their health. I bring pain a lot of pain.