“I have a nice house, nice cars, nice watches, nice things. I’ve got money in the bank. I’m not in need of a few quid – as it stands. It’s all irrelevant to me.”

My first job was working for my dad. He was a used-car dealer, and I used to wash the cars down, clean them out, and so on. I would do stuff for him pretty much every day. It was quite a good job, to be honest.

My Lord and saviour Jesus Christ does not hate anybody.

Women have to be pure and respectful.

I aim for the stars, and winning a world title will not be a fulfilment of a dream for me. It never has been.

There’s never been someone like me in history – a fighter like me only comes along every 1,000 years.

I don’t hate old men but listen when being spoken to.

I’ve said a lot of stuff in the past, but not with any intentions to hurt anybody. It’s all a bit tongue-in-cheek.

As a fan, I like watching fighters rather than boxers.

I think I need a psychiatrist because I do believe I am mentally disturbed in some way.

I’ve sparred with lots of people and played around with everybody.

What personality does it take to drive a car around a track 100 times or hit a ball back and forth. That’s not very personality is it?

Although there’s been a fighter before me called Mike Tyson, I’m my own Tyson. I’m Tyson Fury. I ain’t trying to be anybody else.

As you know, I get a lot of abuse on Twitter. And while I’m abroad on training camp, I train three times a day, often for two hours a time, and I haven’t got time to respond to all the people that ask questions.

I’m looking forward to fighting Chisora, getting him out of the way, and then fighting Klitschko for all the belts, but I don’t think Wladimir is going to take the fight.

There are 7 billion people in the world, but there’s only one heavyweight champion of the world, and that’s me.

I already know what boxers do; I’ve been in it all my life. I know what they do, and I know how they prepare.

Television has brought back murder into the home – where it belongs.

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run.

It’s quantity of time at home and quality of time at work that counts; don’t mix them up!

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.