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

That’s what I do this for, to secure my family’s future. I don’t care about anything else. I’m able to spoil people, and that’s the best thing.

I break orbital bones.

My dream is to be World Lightweight Champion in the UFC. Have more money than I know what to do with. And have a great life for my kids, grandkids, and everyone in my family.

If you deserve it, go get it.

I am fearless.

I run New York City!

Boxing is limited fighting with a specific rule set. Fighting is true, where you can do anything.

I am not stupid. I am a very bright guy. I know that in the fighting game, you get people who get brain damage and do themselves long-term harm.

I wish everyone well, but you need to focus on yourself. You need to stop putting your hand out. Everyone wants hand outs. Everyone wants things for free.

There are a lot of people who don’t know me and what I am all about.

Even when I was a kid, everything I had was the best.

I’m focusing on me. I’m focusing on my family’s security, my family’s financial security, so that’s all I can do.

Why go through life if you’re not going to challenge yourself?

Posture for combat is so vital.

I want to be financially secure by the time I have kids.

At 155, I will be the same animal, an even better animal.

The most fatal thing a man can do is try to stand alone.

Inquiry is fatal to certainty.

Passivity is fatal to us. Our goal is to make the enemy passive.

The same way as failure never being fatal. Just keep going. I’m going to the stars and then past them.

The fatal tendency of mankind to leave off thinking about a thing when it is no longer doubtful is the cause of half their errors.

The probability of a fatal nuclear detonation is greater now than at any time during the Cold War.

It seems that most of us could benefit from a brush with a near-fatal disaster to help us recognise the important things that we are too defeated or embittered to recognise from day to day.

The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.