No one who isn't an extremist can understand the mind of an extremist.

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.

One minute I'm robbing a dope house. Next minute I'm the youngest heavyweight champion of the world. I'm only 20, 19, with a lot of money. Who am I? What am I? I don't even know who I am. I'm just a dumb child who's being abused and robbed by lawyers. I'm just a dumb pugnacious fool. I'm just a fool who thinks he's someone. Then you tell me I should be responsible.

I don't do nothin' unless I risk humiliating myself and really embarrassing myself. When I have that hanging over my head, it allows me to rise to the occasion.

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.

I want someone to attack me. No weapons. Just me and him. I like to beat men and beat them bad

Not to be egotistical, but I don't think there is a man on this planet who can beat me