I don't have to be what you want me to be.

I know where I'm going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I'm free to be what I want.

I didn't want to submit to the army and then, on the day of judgment, have God say to me, 'Why did you do that?' This life is a trial, and you realize that what you do is going to be written down for Judgment Day.

If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize.

My trainer don't tell me nothing between rounds. I don't allow him to. I fight the fight. All I want to know is did I win the round. It's too late for advice.

Don't feel sorry for me.