“I’m Ric Flair! The Stylin’, profilin’, limousine riding, jet flying, kiss-stealing, wheelin’ n’ dealin’ son of a gun!”

I bleed like nobody else.

I was really good at being a bad guy.

It’s much more casual than it was, but my clothes and my ring attire – I thought up half of what I brought to the show.

I have had the greatest wrestling career in the history of pro wrestling.

Do I feel like I’m 65? No. I feel like I’m 15. That’s my problem.

None of this was written to hurt anybody’s feelings.

A guy can have a phenomenal body, but if the suit doesn’t fit him, forget it.

I can take more punishment than anyone in the business.

I do close to 30 minutes in cardio at a very high rate. I raise the level of intensity.

I think that they go hand in hand – notoriety and people lookin at ya. If they look at ya, either you look like a million dollars, or you don’t.

I feel great. I had a blood clot. It was a bad deal. But when I look at my friends with hip replacements, knee replacements, shoulder replacements, neck surgeries, back surgeries, I’ll take the blood clot.

When somebody has convinced you that you’re not worth anything to anybody anymore, and they spend a lot of time doing it, you start believing it yourself.

I do a level 18 on the elliptical at four miles an hour for 20 minutes. That’s 360 calories. I want to see someone else try that. The resistance factor at 18 is brutal. No one goes to 20.

Space Mountain may be the oldest ride in the park, but it has the longest line.

I’m trying as hard as I can to act like I’m 65, but it’s very difficult.

All the women want to be with me, all the men want to be like me.