“Goliath was a champion, a monster who had never been beaten, and then this young guy, David, came forward, a child who believed in God and did it.”

People can say what they want about me. But I’ve got a big heart and will keep going.

Wilder is not a big draw in the U.S. He maybe sells 5,000 to 10,000 tickets when he’s fighting in his own town for the heavyweight champion.

I’m a gypsy: no education, no schooling, nothing. I don’t care what people think of me. I don’t care about being a hero, a role model, a champion.

Good will always prevail over evil. I see that in me versus Klitschko.

Boxing is a dying sport, really. Years ago, the world heavyweight champion could be said to have reached the highest pinnacle of sport. Even in this country, boxers were heroes. Think of Henry Cooper and Frank Bruno.

I’m not a sexist. I believe if a man can to go work all his life, a woman can. Who am I to say, ‘Don’t do that because you’re a girl?’

Watching two men jib and jab for 12 rounds is not entertaining for me. I want action, knockouts, big shots, and people getting up off the canvas. That’s my ideal fight.

All I care about is providing and living every day. I don’t care about world titles, being a legend, or being a hero.

When my little son, Prince, had health issues as a baby, we were told that he had a 20 percent chance of survival.

I am fighting royalty. I have gypsy kings on both sides of the family.

At the end of the day, we’re all brothers and sisters in God. What people do is none of my business.

Growing up, I was brought up around Irish music, Irish traditions.

My opinion is that I follow what the Lord says. Or I try to. Others are following what they want to do, basically. They are living for their self. I am living for God.

I prefer to fight a bigger guy. I don’t like fighting smaller guys; they give me problems with their agility.

I could drive from the age of nine. My dad had his car pitch at home, and we used to drive the cars around the land, take them up to the tap, wash them, and reverse them back.

My only idol is God, and I kick myself when I don’t pray regularly enough.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

I’ve learned to not beat myself up about needing relaxation. To not stress about exercise and doing stuff. It’s important to counterbalance yourself.

Hard work beats everything.

It sucks to lose everything your heart beats for.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

Wash the brush, just beats the devil out of it.

Timing and accuracy beats power.

There’s something about beating another human into the ground who also has the ability to fight for his life and the opportunity to take yours. it makes you feel particularly great when you win.