I got tired of everyone being in my way, so I had to kick them out to have my privacy.

My birthday was Monday, now I finally get to go home and enjoy it with some Burger King. Here I come baby! Burger King! Burger King!

Look at this body...Do I look like I use steroids?

I represent boxing. I represent the old school. That's me.

He's stepping up to challenge me. Anybody that challenges me, has got to get dogged out. That's my job.

I have always been ready to fight anybody out there, anytime, anywhere. I will knock them all over. My talent speaks for itself.

The only freak show I got is between my legs.

I didn't run from the situation. I didn't hide the ordeal from the reporters like the sissy baseball players. I fought it head-on... We dealt with it. It's over. And now we're moving on.

Who's next! I got milk baby, who's next!

Evander Holyfield's a great fighter, I watched him when I was a kid, I love the guy, but I had to do what I had to do. It's what I get paid to do.

I don't know Jiu-Jitsu, I don't know wrestling, all I know is how to fight. Period.

And suddenly you realize: you are in every dot of the universe vanishing and arising.

The best way to avoid responsibility is to say, 'I've gotresponsibilities.

Between two brains, there will always be misunderstandings and lies caused by parasitic smells, drafts and poor-quality reception.

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

You never know when you'll have a bad idea for a worse joke.

There are plenty of mothers who should not be allowed to raise their children.

Away with all ideals. Let each individual act spontaneously from the forever incalculable prompting of the creative wellhead within him. There is no universal law.

I was in Vancouver, and I was in what I was told was the poorest neighborhood in North America - which I find very hard to believe because has anyone here ever been to Detroit?

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

It is good manners, not rank, wealth, or beauty, that constitute the real lay.