I am learning continuously and my enthusiasm in fighting is always high. Like a child that is always learning and always want to achieve my goal.

Whoever is holding the belt right now is the one I want to fight. I want to get that belt again. It's mine.

I would love to fight whoever is the best. I want to test myself on how much I can achieve.

Everyone has their own weaknesses, for me, I believe it is my speed. I need to train more for that in order to be faster.

In all of my fights, it is a learning experience. I would know afterwards what I need to improve on and what skills I need to maintain. This will make me a better fighter.

Everything is unpredictable once you are inside the ring.

I incorporate different styles that work for me. I could easily change my style depends on my opponent.

When the fighters are in the ring, they want to dictate the pace. I want to dominate, so I want to impose to the other fighter my actions.

I should always train in order to be at a higher level. Other fighters are training hard as well. I have to be a step or more ahead.

Being a champion and staying that way is the most difficult thing to deal with. Everyone sees you as a target. They want to bring you down.

Winning the title itself is the most rewarding. That is the goal of every boxers.

Emotions serve as our guiding system. They tell us what we feel about something. This indicates the degree of alignment with the source's energy.

As God is exalted to the right place in our lives, a thousand problems are solved all at once.

I just have this deep kind of connection to reality of being like... in a way, I feel like a dock worker. I want to stay in connection with my dock-worker side, 'cause that's how I grew up.

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.

Possibly he knew, as he wrote this, that he was mad - because inside every madman sits a little sane man saying 'You're mad, you're mad.'

The beginning of a revolution is in reality the end of a belief.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

Space is very unforgiving business

Any fool can paint a picture, but it takes a wise man to be able to sell it.

We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that.