“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.”

I want to defend and put my title on the line as much as possible. If the top in the division are ready to try to come and take my belt – and the key word is ‘try’ – I’m ready to give them that opportunity.

I think Joshua has been doing a good job winning his fights and beating the guys in front of him. You got to congratulate him for his success.

If Bronze Bomber got loose in the streets, it won’t be something nice.

I’m definitely an active champion. I’m looking forward to defending my belt as many times as possible.

People can be too harsh, especially with social media. It brings a person down.

God definitely blessed me with power. I still don’t know the limits of my own power.

I’m not going nowhere, no matter who I fight.

I’m one of the baddest, hardest-hitting heavyweights in the business. Right here from Alabama, baby.

I was born a leader, never a follower. I never felt peer pressure. If the group goes left, I go right.

When I structured my career, I looked at Muhammad Ali, which is my all-time favorite and an idol of mine, and what he has done for this sport. He was a real-life hero.

At the end of the day, I am going for all the belts, so I am going to have to go through all of them. And I would live to fight the U.K. guys – even in the U.K.

I’m not playing around in 2016.

I was raised by both parents up to 17. We had a good family. We had a middle class family, good teaching and good surroundings, raised by the church, where I went every week whether I wanted to or not.

I definitely got into a lot of fights when I was a kid. I never understood it. I was one of those quiet kids. I never picked with no one.

I’m looking forward to the fighting with no headgear – I’m jealous. I kind of want to go back to the Olympics to experience no headgear.

I didn’t even know about amateur boxing, period.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

A daughter needs a dad to be the standard against which she will judge all men.

How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.

Our personalities seem dangerously to blur and overlap with our mother’s; and, in a desperate attempt to know where mother ends and daughter begins, we perform radical surgery.

Mothers and daughters have always exchanged with each other – beyond the verbally transmitted lore of female survival.

We are, none of us, ‘either’ mothers or daughters; to our amazement, confusion, and greater complexity, we are both.

It is the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the fathers in us is only a hack.

If one day I have a daughter and my daughter wants to be a model, I would never let her!