“I used to pretend that my Peugeot driving to the gym in the rain in Dublin was a Ferrari on the Vegas strip.”

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.

People think hard sparring will get you sharp. And you do get sharp in the gym. But anytime I’ve trained that way, I’ve actually been a little bit flatter in the fight. And the knockout shot hasn’t come. It’s almost because my training has been too hard.

I certainly would not like to end up in a tie-up with Ms. Rousey.

Everything I’ve been thinking, every vision, even down to every shot I throw, it just ends up here in reality.

Ritual is another word for fear, manifested in a different way.