[After biting Evander Holyfield] This is my career. I have children to raise. I have to retaliate. He butted me. Look at me. My kids will be scared of me.

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 never saw my mother happy with me and proud of me for doing something: She only knew me as being a wild kid running the streets, coming home with new clothes that she knew I didn't pay for. I never got a chance to talk to her or know about her. Professionally, it has no effect, but it's crushing emotionally and personally.

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.

It feels good to get my career-high in points, but that doesn't really matter. I'm just glad that we won the game. We need to get as many wins as we can here at home.

We need to do a much better job of educating our children about their career choices.