“When I am in the ring, all I think about is knocking my opponent’s head off, getting him out of there. Hurting him. Putting pain to him. I will have no mercy. I will have no pity.”

I’m not losing no time soon, or ever, till I retire.

My right hand is a monster.

I am very comfortable travelling and going into other territories.

Having patience is one of the hardest things about being human. We want to do it now, and we don’t want to wait. Sometimes we miss out on our blessing when we rush things and do it on our own time.

I don’t see myself being in the sport a very long period of time, so I want to fight as much as possible.

Street fight, you just ground and pound ’em. Boxing is totally different.

My daughter will find some of the sweetest words to tell you that can make a grown man cry. She still gives me the same inspiration. She still motivates me.

Whether somebody think badly of me, whether somebody don’t feel that I should be doing this or I should be doing that way, I don’t really care. Whether they think that my fatigue is being laid, legs are skinny, I don’t care.

I’ve been talking about unifying the division for a long time.

There comes a time when you have to put forth the action and actually see whether you’re really just talking to promote yourself, just to sell yourself, or to build your confidence or build confidence around you… or are you the real deal?

Against Bermane Stiverne, they said he was going to be the toughest test, but I passed that with flying colours.

Some guys like to fight on even playing grounds, and some guys like to cheat.

It’s contagious to do great. But once that one bad apple falls, everybody else will fall, and that’s how it is.

When they throw punches, the breathing, the sparring. The heavy bags being hit. All of that – it was a heavenly sound to me.

My dream was to play for Alabama – football, basketball.

This is no game. You get up in there, and you take some punches. You risk your life, and then let me see you talk then. That’s why I don’t respect people who criticize fighters.

No man is hindered by another; he is only hindered by himself. No man suffers because of another; he suffers only because of himself.

Your enemies can kill you, but only your friends can hurt you.

I’m not hurt. I’m appalled.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

I am what you designed me to be. I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt.

You betrayed me and I know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt, you’d talk to her when we were together. Loved you at your worst but that didn’t matter.

It must hurt to know I am your most beautiful regret.

You cannot be protected from the things that frighten you and hurt you, but if you identify with the part of your being that is responsible for transformation, then you are always the equal, or more than the equal of the things that frighten you.