The fight for survival is the fight

I give in to nothing or nobody. Cut me, break my bones, it was all the same.

I don't know, I'm not from this neighborhood."-to Jake LaMotta after a night of drinking when LaMotta asked "is that the sun or the moon?

I quit school in the sixth grade because of pneumonia. Not because I had it, but because I couldn't spell it.

Hey ma, your bad boy did good!

I was the best street fighter in history when I was growing up on the Lower East Side. Hell, I never lost a street fight. Never. I thought I could lick Jack Dempsey or Joe Louis or anybody. I was fantastic.

Everybody who is young is promising. The world should sue the young for breach of promise.