“I already know what boxers do; I’ve been in it all my life. I know what they do, and I know how they prepare.”

I’m a little bit backward. I didn’t really go to school.

You can take a man out of Ireland, but you can’t take the Irishness out of the man.

Although I think of myself as the greatest heavyweight, I do respect the legends of the past for what they did. But they are not my heroes.

Listen, I believe I should be winning Sport Personality of the Year because if it’s about sporting achievements and it’s about personality, then I’m a winner hands down.

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.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

That’s what Tupac and I got from my dad – the rebellion and the need to fight back and be recognized for being different.

Forgive me also that I didn’t fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums.

No one will hit you harder than life itself. It doesn’t matter how hard you hit back. It’s about how much you can take, and keep fighting, how much you can suffer and keep moving forward. That’s how you win.

To know a truth well, one must have fought it out.

Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!

I’m fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?