“I’m addicted to perfection. Problem with my life is I was always also addicted to chaos. Perfect chaos.”

I refuse to let adversity allow me to be average.

There’s nothing like being young, and happy, and fighting.

I’m a historian, and that freaks me out.

If you’re not humble, life will visit humbleness upon you.

Boxing brought me money and fame, but it never brought me no happiness.

I don’t react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don’t care about anything. It’s just too hard for me to get emotional. I can’t cry no more.

In order for me to achieve… I had to regard myself greater than what I was. In other words I had to fake it until I make it.

You stand your ground and you perform your art. That’s what the artist does. The artist is about perfection.

You can’t be disturbed by anything. There’s no emotion involved. You can’t feel sorrow, you can’t feel pity, there’s nothing you feel. The job has to be done.

My nature is to get instant gratification. On stage, I can feel everybody’s anticipation. I know what they want, I know what I’m going to give them, I know when I’m going to give it to them, I know when they want it.

The tempt for greatness is the biggest drug in the world.

Fighters are never who they appear to be.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It’s ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone’s not true with themselves.

Money is my God. If you think God will help you then quit your job and see how much he cares.

We’re all going to be tested. The dark energy is going to knock on all of our doors.

I too searched far and wide for the cure to addiction, but my medical and psychiatric background did not lead me to the cure because the source of addiction does not lie here,.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

When I talk about drugs and alcohol, I’m talking about sex addiction, gambling addiction, eating addiction, throwing-up addiction. I’m not talking about mental illness.

I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.

I was not addicted to stealing in my youth, nor have ever been; yet such was the confidence of the Negroes in the neighborhood, even at this early period of my life, in my superior judgment, that they would often carry me with them when they were going on any roguery, to plan for them.

Pain and loneliness can be addictive, but there can also be strength in embracing it.

Until I went to rehab, I didn’t understand what it did.

I’m addicted to self-improvement. The thing is, there’s so damn much about myself to improve.