“It don’t matter if I got a broke hand, got a torn muscle: I’m going to fight like heavyweight champions do.”

Some guys may play around and say a couple of things, but if I say it, I mean it. I may laugh, it may be funny, but if I say I’m going to get you, I’m going to get you.

I’m not losing no time soon, or ever, till I retire.

My right hand is a monster.

I am very comfortable travelling and going into other territories.

Having patience is one of the hardest things about being human. We want to do it now, and we don’t want to wait. Sometimes we miss out on our blessing when we rush things and do it on our own time.

I don’t see myself being in the sport a very long period of time, so I want to fight as much as possible.

Street fight, you just ground and pound ’em. Boxing is totally different.

My daughter will find some of the sweetest words to tell you that can make a grown man cry. She still gives me the same inspiration. She still motivates me.

Whether somebody think badly of me, whether somebody don’t feel that I should be doing this or I should be doing that way, I don’t really care. Whether they think that my fatigue is being laid, legs are skinny, I don’t care.

I’ve been talking about unifying the division for a long time.

There comes a time when you have to put forth the action and actually see whether you’re really just talking to promote yourself, just to sell yourself, or to build your confidence or build confidence around you… or are you the real deal?

Against Bermane Stiverne, they said he was going to be the toughest test, but I passed that with flying colours.

Some guys like to fight on even playing grounds, and some guys like to cheat.

It’s contagious to do great. But once that one bad apple falls, everybody else will fall, and that’s how it is.

When they throw punches, the breathing, the sparring. The heavy bags being hit. All of that – it was a heavenly sound to me.

My dream was to play for Alabama – football, basketball.

I just save my money, man. I don’t even try to enjoy it like these other rappers; they having fun and they lit, but they gon’ be broke later on. I be savin’.

My marriage is on the rocks again, yeah, my wife just broke up with her boyfriend.

I went to a fight the other night, and a hockey game broke out.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another?

A boxer makes a comeback for two reasons: either he’s broke or he needs the money.

Not by way of the forced and worn formula of Romaticism, but throught the closeness of an imagination that has never broken kinship with nature. Art must accept such gifts, and revaluate the giver.