“No beer before 5 p.m., wait… did I just say that?”

You can buy muscles, but you can’t buy COJONES!

Fedor has no weakness. I have seen so many fights, and even the best fighters in the world have a flaw in their game but I have yet to find one in Fedor Emelianenko.

Keep everything simple, don’t try anything crazy and all your strikes must be hard! NOTHING WEAK, no jabs or weak attacks.

Apparently, the the only way to kill a lion is by rear naked choke. Personally, I’d just kick it in the head.

As long as you fight, you cannot lose… if you leave everything out there, it doesn’t matter if you win or lose. To me you can never lose.

A true champion is one who sweats from exhaustion when no one is watching.

I was this kid who never sat down. Nobody liked me? Well, I’d make sure they’d like me. I was the class clown, always doing crazy stuff and causing riots.

It’s only pain, it will not hurt you.

Everybody underestimates the kick to the groin.

Everybody’s beatable. Mixed martial arts, there’s many ways to win, and that also means there are many ways to lose, as well.

I knew everything in the forest. I had a secret home tree, where I pretty much lived. I also liked rooftops and streetlamps. My parents would get calls saying ‘He’s out there again.’

Fighting is easy to understand. You just hit the guy as hard as you can.

I am there for the best interests of the fighters, I want them to win. If they don’t accept that, bye bye.

A champion is someone who sweats to exhaustion, even when no one else is watching

I thought martial arts was going to help me with my movies and TV stuff, but I realized it would not.

I dont believe in an eye for an eye, I believe in two eyes for an eye

So, if people didn’t settle down to take up farming, why then did they embark on this entirely new way of living? We have no idea – or actually, we have lots of ideas, but we don’t know if any of them are right.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride.

You can find examples of how little we value ourselves everywhere you look. The signs on the front of the convenience stores where Stephen lives in Florida tell the story. Beer, ice, bread and milk are the big come-ons.

Edward Abbey said you must brew your own beer; kick in you Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars – that’s heaven here on earth.

You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your praises. Here’s to beer, here’s to cheer, here’s to beer.

Well, as he brews, so shall he drink.

I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.