“I’m learning what triggers me. What to stay away from. What I do like and what I don’t like. To me, I’ve learned so much about myself that now I’m a stronger person. But I still deal with anxiety. Anxiety doesn’t go away.”

I take no step backward from anyone.

I ain’t intimidated by Mayweather. Nobody could intimidate me.

I’ve said all along that I was destined for greatness.

I could have been the next Babe Ruth. No doubt about it.

How am I one of the biggest fighters in the world and I get bigger paychecks outside of boxing?

I know Golden Boy definitely believes in me and backs me 100 percent.

I want Gervonta. That’s my Lomachenko fight – the fight that people don’t think I can win.

I want to break down barriers in boxing.

I paid attention to how Floyd Mayweather adapts.

To beat Gervonta? That would be good.

My improvements, my fights and the competition is going to get better. I’m going to be ready for it.

I work on my technique, but when I do a video, I want people to be amazed by the speed or the power. The casual fans don’t care if your hands are up or your hands are down.

I’m a true fighter, not an Instagram fighter.

I just want better competition the more I step up.

I’ve always had girls liking me.

I’m definitely not afraid to take on any type of challenge.

The search for Nirvana, like the search for Utopia or the end of history or the classless society, is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. It involves, if it does not necessitate, the sleep of reason. There is no escape from anxiety and struggle.

Lord, help me to not walk the path of anxiety or worry, but in the path you have willed for me.

Nothing is more destined to create deep-seated anxieties in people than the false assumption that life should be free from anxieties.

Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. Be sober-minded; be watchful.

When I get high anxiety, I vomit. My mom was so stressed out. Then I found out I was staying in John Mayer’s old dorm room, and I had a nice roommate. That completely brought me down. I was completely comfortable at Berklee.

There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.

Curled up in a ball slowly shutting down as my body is being devoured by those ugly, fearsome monsters that have lived in my guts ever since I could remember.

No one is moved to act, or resolves to speak a single word, who does not hope by means of this action or word to release anxiety from his spirit.