In the ring, I never really knew fear.
I'd be conceited if I said I could, but I'd be lying if I said I couldn't.
Why waltz with a guy for 10 rounds if you can knock him out in one?
I don't want to be remembered as a beaten champion.
I was on my face. I heard the count from one to 10. I kept telling myself that I had to get up, but I couldn't move. I couldn't make myself move. It was the strangest feeling.
I believe, in my prime, I could have fought with anybody alive.