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

This is a pretty barbaric game. You can’t really let emotions get into the way.

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 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.

Things are never going to turn out how you think they will.

I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?

We knew it was going to be difficult to get to the moon. We didn’t know how difficult.

You always know when you’re going to arrive. If you go by car, you don’t. Apart from anything else, I prefer cycling. It puts you in a good mood, I find.

Life is great-I wouldn’t know what I’d do without it.

But I’m the only one who can paint the moon, because I’m the only one who knows whether that’s right or not.

Most people who live at the border or are familiar with the border know that a Berlin-like wall stretching from San Diego to Brownsville is not necessary. And the costs would be prohibitive.

A taste; a painful longing. but the net is always too porous, and we are left with the sweet frustration of almost knowing, which is teasingly pleasurable.