“You have good days, you have bad days. But the main thing is to grow mentally.”

I ain’t never nervous. Never nervous.

God only made one thing in this world that’s perfect – and that’s my boxing record.

I would lie in bed, and I was nine years old, and say to myself: ‘I want to be the richest man in the world.’ I’ve come a long way from there.

I’ve never had a job. I’ve never needed to.

Boxing is real easy. Life is much harder.

I just want to be the best. I haven’t been in an all-out war. That doesn’t mean I’m not the best.

Everywhere I go, I will make a good payday. But we got to choose the right opponent and the right time and the right venue.

I come from a very rough background, and I’m saying that if you work hard and dedicate yourself that you can make it, too.

I don’t have to fight if I don’t want to.

You can never overlook a guy.

Things happen for a reason, and the only thing you can do is at night time get on your knees and ask God for forgiveness for anything that you did that you didn’t feel was right.

I’m not here to judge Mike Tyson. I’m not here to judge nobody. I’m not here to monitor no other fighters. I respect him for what he did in the sport of boxing. He was an entertainer.

I was able to retire from the sport with all my faculties and not let the sport retire me.

I’m a man of my word.

A true champion can adapt to anything.

I always put my boxing first.

There is no book so bad that some good can not be got out of it.

What we do in our group is the opposite of the bad effects of globalization. We produce in Italy and in France and we sell to China, when usually it’s the opposite.

The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad.

I feel the need to reaffirm all of it, the whole unhappy territory and all the things loved and unloveable in it, for it is all part of me.

I’d rather do something I love badly than to feel bad about not doing something I love.

None love the messenger who brings bad news.

I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.

I admit, I don’t look like the athlete of the day’s supposed to look. My belly’s just a little big, my heinie’s just a little big, but, brother, I am bad, and they know I’m bad.