“There are lots of people in the world who have money. Lots of people in Morecambe have money, let alone the world. And Morecambe is quite a small place.”

Everything I’ve set out to do, I’ve achieved, and all the praise goes to God.

My brother Shane and I used to spar with each other in the kitchen. We didn’t have gloves, so we wrapped tea towels around our hands.

Everything is possible through God, and I’m living proof of that.

My first job was working for my dad. He was a used-car dealer, and I used to wash the cars down, clean them out, and so on. I would do stuff for him pretty much every day. It was quite a good job, to be honest.

My Lord and saviour Jesus Christ does not hate anybody.

Women have to be pure and respectful.

I aim for the stars, and winning a world title will not be a fulfilment of a dream for me. It never has been.

There’s never been someone like me in history – a fighter like me only comes along every 1,000 years.

I don’t hate old men but listen when being spoken to.

I’ve said a lot of stuff in the past, but not with any intentions to hurt anybody. It’s all a bit tongue-in-cheek.

As a fan, I like watching fighters rather than boxers.

I think I need a psychiatrist because I do believe I am mentally disturbed in some way.

I’ve sparred with lots of people and played around with everybody.

What personality does it take to drive a car around a track 100 times or hit a ball back and forth. That’s not very personality is it?

Although there’s been a fighter before me called Mike Tyson, I’m my own Tyson. I’m Tyson Fury. I ain’t trying to be anybody else.

I have a nice house, nice cars, nice watches, nice things. I’ve got money in the bank. I’m not in need of a few quid – as it stands. It’s all irrelevant to me.

The best thing I’ve done with my money is buy a house for my family. You wake up to a house you love and you feel like somebody.

The truth is that brains have little to do with either the making or accumulating of money.

We cannot gamble with anything so sacred as money.

Wages ought not to be insufficient to support a frugal and well-behaved wage-earner.

At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.

As a rule, only the poor are generous. Rich people can always find excellent reasons for not handing over twenty thousand francs to a relative.

Why then should money be blamed for all the dirt and crimes it causes? For is love less filthy – love which creates life?

If I didn’t believe in what I’m doing, I’d rather go to work in a dime store.