You can’t be everybody’s friend, you can’t save the world, I learned this word: self-preservation. Once you do that, you can be friends with people, but how would you be a friend to anybody if you’re not a friend to yourself.
Being a champion opens lots of doors – I’d like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance.
I feel bad about my outlook, how I feel about people and society, and that I’ll never be part of society the way I should.
When I was young, I thought I was a god. Now, I just basically work on staying humble. My priorities changed. Just to be able to try to change them – that was frightening to me.
Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn’t have a cent.
I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off.
I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.
I don’t react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don’t care about anything. It’s just too hard for me to get emotional. I can’t cry no more.
Being in the ring became my reality, and, in my reality, I’d think I was someone special.
I’ll fight anybody my trainer puts me in with because I’m confident I can beat any fighter in the world. If anybody can see I’m almost a master at evading punches coming at me.
I had to persevere because this was my life. This championship, this was the stuff I dreamt of all my life, and I wasn’t gonna be denied.
I can quit boxing now and practically go into any kind of business and I’ll be successful just as well as I was in boxing.
People are going to say what they say. I know sometimes I say things; I offend people.
I can inspire people on how to use money, how to get economically powerful.
I’m not Mother Teresa, but I’m not Charles Manson, either.
I’m a bad guy. But if I was a good guy, nobody would want to pay to see me fight.
I’m just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.
If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me?
Some people try to get you out of slavery for you to be their slave.
Everybody in boxing probably makes out well except for the fighter.