The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don't have any particular goal in sight.

I could feel his muscle tissues collapse under my force. It's ludicrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

My father was a pimp before he became a deacon or something. These people know how to handle women. I'm the worst guy in the world with women. They run circles around me.

Some people are faster than others; I'm just figuring it out later, that's all. I'm getting smart too late and old too soon.

Being a champion opens lots of doors—I'd like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance.

I'm sorry I let everybody down, I'm fighting just to pay my bills. I don't have the stomach for this anymore... I don't have the desire for it. I feel bad for the people... I wish they could get their money back.

Discipline makes hard men. Every hard man is capable of being a killer. But every killer is not capable of being a hard man. They can't endure that much. It's all about the endurance. That's why they become killers. Because they can't endure the pain. They need to kill the pain to stop it.