“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.”

Terry Funk. Any time I got to wrestle with him, it was cool. Superstar Billy Graham was another one.

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

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.

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.

What I do now is all my dad’s fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.

My father believes that Western religions are death cults, which I agree with.

I love photography and first editions. I have that in my genes. My father was an archivist.

My dad was just the king of finding these little spots for us to stay that we should never have been staying at.

I love every minute of fatherhood, staying up all night, changing nappies, kids crying, I find it really funny and inspiring. It connects you to the world in a new way.

I’m quite sensitive to women. I saw how my sister got treated by boyfriends. I read this thing that said when you are in a relationship with a woman, imagine how you would feel if you were her father. That’s been my approach, for the most part.

I grew up listening to a lot of Ray Charles and ’60s rock, thanks to my father, and then my brothers got me in to KISS and whatnot, so I guess that’s where I got my first taste for music.

There must always be a struggle between a father and son, while one aims at power and the other at independence.