I don't want to be grotesque, but when you're 330 pounds, it's hard to wipe your a-. You know?

I'm just a sucker even talking to you guys. I should be ready to rip your heads off your necks. But it's just not the right thing to do

What really amazed me was when I sent a suit out for cleaning, forgetting that $700 was in the pocket. They sent the suit back to me. If that happened in New York, both money and suit would be gone.

Me? I see an old, broke-ass black guy taking care of a bunch of kids, living life, taking them to school, and all that stuff, who's asking himself: What the hell is this? But I wouldn't give it up for the world because I love my wife. I never expected to have a life like this. No chaos... no confusion... no lawsuits... no violence... no going to jail.

I was an emotional manipulator of fighters . . . You have to know how to be cold, you know? Just have no -emotions, no feelings. It takes time, though, to develop that. I'd been working on that since I was 12 years old. It doesn't happen overnight.

As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.

I don't want to be remembered. As long as my kids remember me, I'd rather be forgotten by everybody else.