When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him.

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.

I feel like Rip Van Winkle.

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.

I think I'll take a bath in his blood.

I have the same malice in my heart as far as the fight game is concerned, but outside the ring, I won't say anything a dignified man won't say.