People love you when you're successful, but if you're not, who really cares about you?

My main objective is to be professional but to kill him.

You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.

The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves.

When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him.

It's the emotional punches that you can't see that are just overwhelmingly devastating to your heart - your moral fiber.

The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves. All of these people who are heroes, these guys who have been lily white and clean all their lives, if they went through what I went through, they would commit suicide. They don't have the heart that I have. I've lived places they can't defecate in.