I love to hit people. I love to.
Most fighters are the most humble people in the world because they’ve gotten their ass kicked before.
Every punch was thrown with bad intentions.
My career has been over since 1990.
I probably have a 20,000-word vocabulary. I’ll match my wits with anyone on literature, science and the arts.
My intentions were not to fascinate the world with my personality.
Whatever my situation, I’m a strong disciplinarian; I can do what I hate to do but do it like I love it.
My father was a pimp before he became a deacon or something. These people know how to handle women. I’m the worst guy in the world with women. They run circles around me.
There are nine million people who see me in the ring and hate my guts. Most of them are white. That’s okay. Just spell my name right.
King has big offices, houses, and he pays his fighters a lot of money. An, because he’s black, the FBI figures he must be doing something crooked.
I refuse to let adversity allow me to be average.
I’m a good friend, but I’m a hell of an enemy. As your enemy, I want your demise. When I feel that in my heart it burns till I die.
Don’t be surprised if I behave like a savage. I am a savage.
I’m just a sucker even talking to you guys. I should be ready to rip your heads off your necks. But it’s just not the right thing to do.
I can deal with adversity.
If he’s not dead, it doesn’t count.
I live for the moment to hit people.
I don’t want anyone to have to interview me. I wish I didn’t have to talk too much about myself.
I felt the same fear in my first fight as I did in my last fight. It never goes away.
I didn’t come from a household where my mother dragged me outside and said, “You’d better fight.” My mother wouldn’t let me fight. I was not an aggressive kid.
It’s unnatural to fight somebody who has nothing against you and never did anything to you or to your family, who never stole anything from you. And now you’ve got to go and try to dismantle this guy.