“You’ve got to try to find some type of mental edge on your opponent.”

I made my third parole and I believe if I had made it the first time, I wouldn’t be here today. I still would’ve been out there doing stupid stuff.

It’s a job to me, basically. I’m not trying to be the best fighter in the world or nothing like that. I don’t come in trying to think I am the best fighter. I don’t care about none of that. It’s just a job to me.

I just have a crazy sense of humor.

I believe the tough fights bring out the better fighter in myself.

I used to only train 30 minutes a day.

George Foreman acts more like my grandfather. He and my grandfather act just alike – they’re both Christian type guys. They try to help everyone.

It’s like I say all the time, it’s the heavyweight division. It doesn’t matter if the guys a black belt or if he’s a world-class boxer. We still have a 50-50 chance.

I’ve been in that situation three or four times before where I’m losing the fight – the fight seems almost over with – and I knew I had to finish him and stop playing possum as much.

I know Cormier is a wrestler so you really got to get them hips down on him so I’ve been working them hips really good.

Whatever the UFC wants to pay me for, that’s fine.

That’s usually the way I am – I don’t care what my opponent can do. I just focus on myself.

I’m not scared to fight anyone, I’ll call anyone out.

For sure, I would love to fight in Houston.

I’m an optimistic guy.

That would be great if I could be a role model or inspiration to those who have been in my shoes before.

It would be cool to let people know that it doesn’t matter what kind of background you have in your past, that you can still make something out of your life.

I’ll tell you, my friends: it’s all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.

I forced a smile. It was the one i’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

And in a repressed society, artists fulfil a sense of harking back to instant gratification, or immediate expression, by doing things that function on the edge of society, or outside of what is conventionally accepted.

As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,

Women were formed to temper Mankind, and sooth them into Tenderness and Compassion; not to set an Edge upon their Minds, and blowup in them those Passions which are too apt to rise of their own Accord.

Life, for people, begins to crumble on the edges; they don’t realize it.

You know, many people have said that I’m on the edge and I’m maverick for some of the big operations that I’ve done. I’m not at all. I pray; I ask God to give me wisdom, ‘Should I do it?’, guidance in terms of how to do it, who to consult with. All those kind of things are incredibly important.

Most people, after one success, are so cringingly afraid of doing less well that they rub all the edge off their subsequent work.