“From the moment I open my eyes, I’m trying to free my body. I’m trying to get looser, more flexible, to gain control. Movement is medicine to me.”

Whether it was in a fight and how to react or whether it was in a stadium with screaming fans or whether I was in a fancy car or the best clothes ever, I always put myself somewhere.

Clean fighting solves everything. It ends all bad blood and any ill feelings people have. That’s my thoughts.

When I am free to train and free to move, I feel like a gorilla in the jungle. Then, when there are a bunch of media obligations, I feel like I have been captured and am being kept on display.

My success isn’t a result of arrogance – it’s a result of belief.

Any top-level athlete, it’s always the same. There’s always that hint of arrogance there… It’s hard to be humble when you’re the best.

Muhammad Ali is a legend, a hero of mine.

To do anything to a high level, it has to be total obsession.

I take inspiration from everyone and everything. I’m inspired by current champions, former champions, true competitors, people dedicated to their dream, hard workers, dreamers, believers, achievers.

I’m not going to get somewhere and say, ‘OK, I’m done.’ Success is never final; I’ll just keep on going.

I train and I go home, and when I’m home, I think about training. That’s my life every day, and that’s it.

I have a self-defense mind. I’ve had it all my life.

I want to negotiate what I’m worth. I want to put my analytics forward, man-to-man, and to be like, ‘This is what I’m owed now. Pay me.’ And then we can talk.

When I say something’s going to happen, it’s going to happen.

I always teach myself calm and visualization stuff.

What someone else does or doesn’t do has no effect on me and what I do.

I don’t feel that emotion is a good thing to have in combat. You must be cold.

There’s another weight of us being in the public eye, which is this presumption that, because your work and your promotion work is very public, your private life should be, too.

Describing life out of the public eye to David Letterman, December 6th, 1996 It’s been different. I started driving again. I started cooking again. My driving’s better than my cooking. George has discovered Sam’s Club.

The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman’s coal buttons.

I know when I’m bad, I know when I’m good, and I know when I’m everything in between.

Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

These eyes weren’t made for crying, this love wasn’t made to waste. These arms weren’t made for battle, but to share in your embrace.

Love attacks. It sneaks up like a pride of lions or a pack of hyenas and eats your heart out while you watch.

A prince without letters is a Pilot without eyes. All his government is groping.