My weight is not enough and strength is not enough either, so I have to take the fight by mastery.

Years ago we hardly had anything to eat. Now I earn more money and I see every opponent as a man that tries to put me back to that poorer period. That man has to be eliminated.

The one who doesn't fall, doesn't stand up.

I like this feeling of weariness after training, when I'm walking home exhausted, dragging my feet. I like this a lot.

Spirit, like body, needs to be trained. So I think it's necessary to make your spirit stronger. And for he who believes, anything is possible.

I do not talk about my weaknesses, I work on them.

A strong person will not be nervous and not express aggression towards his opponent... he will face the fight calm and balanced.

During the fight my senses dim, and basically, I don't feel any pain.

I've never pumped myself up or made myself angry as some sportsmen do. I think that one should treat his opponent with great respect.

A real strong fighter should always look dignified and calm... I believe that any expression of aggression is an expression of weakness.

One who does not fall, does not stand up.

There is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, 'See, this is new?' it had been already of old time, which was before us.

What? You mean this crap shack isn't part of the Four Seasons. Shocking.

What people read revealed so much about them that she considered our card catalog a treasure house of privileged secrets; each card contained the map of an individual’s soul.

The only way to fail for me is just not to try.

When I hear that somebody's difficult, I think, Oh, I can't wait to work with them.

Comedy is a very lucrative business now, but when everyone first went into it, it didn't make sense from a financial standpoint.

To many people, dramatic criticism must seem like an attempt to tattoo soap bubbles.

Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman.

I always feel vulnerable talking about the poetry aspect of my career because it's little diary entries that I need to sometimes close read, and to reveal that much, it's a bit nerve-racking.

Oh sure, its fine when a monkey does it. But when I throw barrels at an Italian plumber, they call it a hate crime!