Everyone has a plan ’till they get punched in the mouth.
I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.
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.
I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.
God lets everything happen for a reason. It’s all a learning process, and you have to go from one level to another.
I could feel his muscle tissues collapse under my force. It’s ludicrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.
When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him.
As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.
I don’t try to intimidate anybody before a fight. That’s nonsense. I intimidate people by hitting them.
Everybody’s got plans… until they get hit.
When Jesus comes back, these crazy, greedy, capitalistic men are gonna kill him again.
I intend to fight and I want to win. But my priorities are basically to be a good Brother and a strong one, and to try to be a good father one day.
Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It’s just a cycle.
I don’t understand why people would want to get rid of pigeons. They don’t bother no one.
I’m in trouble because I’m normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don’t like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.
If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me?
You can’t stay married in a situation where you are afraid to go to sleep in case your wife might cut your throat.
I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off.
I’m a Muslim, but I think Jesus would have a drink with me. He would be cool. He would talk to me.
I try to catch them right on the tip of his nose, because I try to punch the bone into the brain.
I just want to be humble at all times.
I’m not Mother Teresa, but I’m not Charles Manson, either.
I feel like sometimes that I was not meant for this society.
I just want to do what I do best, and that’s fight. I love it.
Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It’s all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.
Every time there’s a revolution, it comes from somebody reading a book about revolution. David Walker wrote a book and Nat Turner did his thing.
I’m not much for talking. You know what I do. I put guys in body bags when I’m right.
It’s good to know how to read, but it’s dangerous to know how to read and not how to interpret what you’re reading.
People are going to say what they say. I know sometimes I say things; I offend people.
Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn’t have a cent.
You come home, and you party. But after that, you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.
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.
I think the average person thinks I’m a nut and I deserve whatever happens to me.
I’m the biggest fighter in the history of the sport. If you don’t believe it, check the cash register.
Some people try to get you out of slavery for you to be their slave.
Sometimes I put on a ski mask and dress in old clothes, go out on the streets and beg for quarters.
The drug dealers, they sympathize with me. They see me as some sort of pathetic character.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap – people shouldn’t read that stuff.
I can inspire people on how to use money, how to get economically powerful.
I have the same malice in my heart as far as the fight game is concerned, but outside the ring, I won’t say anything a dignified man won’t say.
I just look around and say, I’m a mess. I don’t know why I do things.
I know how hard it is to be a woman, especially a black woman.
I know I’m going to blow one day. My life is doomed the way it is. I have no future.
I love to hit people. I love to.
I’m a historian, and that freaks me out.
I’m a nut case, but that is what I believe.
I’m just happy I’m not a phony.
I’m just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.
I’ve lived places these guys can’t defecate in.
That equals to being a fool, having fame and no fortune. A lot of guys out there have fame doing this and doing that, but they are broke.
That’s what people respect, the fact that I wasn’t a chump that laid on his back and gave up.
The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don’t have any particular goal in sight.
I did my time for the rape. I paid my money to Las Vegas. I paid my dues.
I just want to conquer people and their souls.
I know why they don’t like me because they want the money I have.
I think I’ll take a bath in his blood.
I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.
I’ll go back and take what the people owe me.
I’m going to gut you like a fish.
Mr. Arthur Ashe, he was good. I read some of his books. He knew about everything, but he was real quiet and didn’t talk much. I never met him.
My biggest weakness is my sensitivity. I am too sensitive a person.
One day some guy is going to get a billion-dollar fight.
Our money is bait money, and bait money is not to be used.
Quayle said the worst thing that happened to him was that he never trusted his own judgment. I said from now on I am going to go with my own judgment.
When you see me smash somebody’s skull, you enjoy it.