“When I was about 8 or 9, I lived in New Jersey with my mother and we were seven deep in one bedroom and sometimes we didn’t have electricity.”

I think I already proved that I wasn’t just fighting for the money, because I fought as an amateur. I fought 90 fights for free.

I push myself to the limit.

I turned pro as a 20-year-old, won a world title a year later, and remained a world champion ever since.

I’ll back up anything my dad says.

Every home that I have is paid for, every car that I have is paid for, and I am a hundred-million-dollar man. I mean, this is the truth; it’s not a lie.

You have to protect yourself at all times. What goes around comes around.

People have said things about me, and wrote and criticized me about things in the past, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

I think my grandmother saw my potential first. When I was young, I told her, ‘I think I should get a job.’ She said, ‘No, just keep boxing.’

I’m always focused.

Everything people say I couldn’t do I’ve done.

I haven’t took no punishment. There’s nothing cool about taking punishment.

Worry about going out there and making your own legacy.

There comes a time when money doesn’t matter.

I’m just an American dream.

In the end, you have to protect yourself at all times.

My whole outlook on life is, never judge a book by its cover.

We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.

Every actor has three versions of each scene – the one that you rehearse the night before, in your bedroom.

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

We lived in a two-bedroom, one-bath house in St. Louis Park, Minnesota. We weren’t rich – but we felt secure.

They talked about unreasonable searches and seizures, about keeping the government out of their bedrooms.

It was just me in my bedroom. It gave me freedom and made me happy.

My pop is this big, huge man, nothing can hurt him. I went running into his bedroom like, ‘Daddy, Daddy, the boogie man’s under the bed!’ Pop opens one eye, he’s like, ‘Is the boogie man bigger than me?’ ‘

I’m tired of going to an empty bedroom every night. I wish I had a girl I could cuddle with.