A fighter never knows when it's the last bell. He doesn't want to face that.

Boxing brings out my aggressive instinct, not necessarily a killer instinct.

In Italy, I had an Afro, and a lot of the kids came up and felt my hair. It really was funny. I wish I had understood Italian.

I was painfully initiated into boxing, because the guys I fought were a lot bigger than me.

Were all given some sort of skill in life. Mine just happens to be beating up on people.

To be the best, you need to spend hours and hours and hours running, hitting the speed bag, lifting weights and focusing on training.

I lay around and wonder why you were always there for me.