“You look at driving down the road, night after night, tryin’ to make a town, getting $25 – that’s hard times. It’s our duty to make it good times for the fans that pay their money to see us perform each and every night.”

Believability and respect are two of the main ingredients in professional wrestling that are sorely missing today.

For as long as I can remember, my nickname was Dusty. I remember my dad naming me that because of the streets where we lived.

I’ve wined and dined with kings and queens, and I’ve slept in the alley eating pork and beans.

They say behind every successful man is a powerful woman. And there is no more powerful performer I would rather be in the ring with for a conversation than Stephanie McMahon.

I can’t explain it, but from the first day I stepped into a wrestling ring, I knew that one day I was going to be a big superstar. I knew that one day I would be the NWA World Heavyweight Champion like my hero, Lou Thesz.

At the time when I started, coming out of football, I always used a forearm or an elbow. When it became Bionic is when I said it was Bionic. I went to some secret doctor in Istanbul who put some Bionic stuff in there.

The business is my life, the ring my salvation, the locker room and roads my nourishment.

There’s nothing like being a Texan, and I’m proud to be one.

I wasn’t always Rhodes, but I was always Dusty. I was never called Virgil – not by my family, not by my friends. Even my teachers at school didn’t call me Virgil.

You pay your dues and work your way up through the system, whatever system there is – something guys in the business today don’t really understand, don’t have a clue.

Hard times are when a man has worked at a job for 30 years – 30 years – and they give him a watch, kick him in the butt, and say, ‘Hey, a computer took your place, daddy.’ That’s hard times!

If I could not be in this free and wonderful country – I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, mind you – Mexico is where I would live. I love Mexico, and I love the Mexican people.

The combination of old and new is what every wrestling organization should be like. That way, you have a chance to match up the legends in dream main events.

If I’m selling, I want them all selling in the audience. If I’m coming back, I want them all coming back. If I’m bleeding, I want them bleeding. If I win, they win. If I lose, they lose.

One of the regrettable things in my life is that my dad was not around to see my stardom, to see me wrestle or to see what I achieved by the dream I had at an early age, influenced by where he would like to go.

What takes Hollywood weeks and months to film takes professional wrestlers and the companies behind them literally minutes to put together. A spontaneous explosion of emotion unleashed before your very eyes.

In Germany, an effort one thousandth the scale of the American was applied to the problem of producing atomic energy that would drive engines.

When I was about 12 years old back in Houston, my Dad used to take us to the driving range.

When I was 16 my dad taught me to drive too. Furiously. Unable to understand why I couldn’t already do it – for driving, to him, was innate in the human. It was what separated us from the apes. And from the French, who weren’t much good at it either.

My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive.

I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip.

Have all been the means in the hands of God of driving the nails into the self-life which so easily complains.

Obey God in all things today! Drive out the enemy!

First you learn to drive fast. Next, you learn to drive fast in traffic. Then, you learn how to do it for 500 miles.