The only thing I'm good at is boxing.
Anybody in Britain, the big fights. I'm here for the big fights. I don't care about the little fights any more.
I want everyone to recognize and know me. I don't want bodyguards. I want to be able to go out into the masses.
I have always tried to market myself.
My mother died on my birthday.
I want to leave this sport with a little bit of my brains left.
Going to the Olympics would have been great.
I got caught up in the whole celebrity thing, lost control at times.
I am made in Brooklyn, U.S.A. and I am definitely in the heavyweight-title house.
I was an only child, a hard-case kid, in a rough neighborhood. But I always fought my battles.
I missed a lot of school. I was always sick. I was in the hospital a lot. Asthma kicked my butt.
I'd love to be in the Olympics and face Felix Savon again. But if I can't, I'll make the best of it. Life ain't over.
There were times when I was tempted to do wrong, and could have went that way. But I knew it wasn't for me. I was told enough times that it catches up with you, and I believe it.
I'm confident that I can go in and fight for 12 rounds and win a decision.
I've learned patience.
You can't stop me, so step aside.
Why would I stand there and trade punches and try to knock out George Foreman?
I can come forward. I can do whatever I have to do to win.
I've been all the way at the bottom. Now I can only go up.
My mom was a nurse at Rikers Island and she cried to me about not going the wrong route.
