Fighting is spiritual. It appears to be physical from the layman's eyes. In my fights, I seemed to be angry and mad - all that stuff you saw me doing, the yelling and screaming and being mean in the ring - but I'm cool as a cucumber. I can hear everybody talking around me outside of the ring. I can see everybody. I know what is going on.

Don't be surprised if I behave like a savage. I am a savage

I could never stop drugs, I could never stop drinking, until I received my spiritual awakening.

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

I'm the best fighter in the world. No one can beat me....My objective is to inflict as much pain as possible, to win and win spectacularly...Ever since I was 12 years old, I was groomed to be the heavyweight champion of the world. I've been prepared to handle the pressure, the dealing with the press, everything.

I'm a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.

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