I lived in Iowa for pretty much the rest of my life, but I just moved to St. Louis and opened up a gym and MMA training center.

You really can't worry about stuff you can't control... You need to focus on getting where you need to be and not worry about what could have been and what should have been.

I don't need to do all the trash talking. I try to do it with my fists, my knees, and my feet.

It's all about getting better and controlling the things that you can control, which is getting better day to day.

Even in the losses, I always saw glimpses of something that kept me going.

I've been through a lot of ups and downs. Just willing to get back up and grind every day to try and get better.

I'm looking forward, that's all, I'm not looking backwards.

What I've learned from those losses... Priceless.

It's about falling down and getting back up.

It's all about... getting back up and getting back to work and striving to be the best you can be.

I did a lot of smoker fights and fought pretty much every week since Pat wouldn't let me fight until he was sure I was ready. I was also boxing and so I had 30 unofficial fights or more of those.

Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run?

People those enjoy life never thought about death and those thought about death never enjoy life.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

Suen Le! (it means, "Let it be.

No one likes documentaries.

I don't eat much meat, fish, or poultry.

I needed to understand this random bad bit of luck as part of a bigger design. Otherwise I was suffering meaninglessly. This made the suffering a lot worse.

I think the notion of retirement is just a dreadful, dreadful idea and I hope I never have to do that.

Dog parks are more cliquish than any other human gathering with the possible exception of seventh grade. Deal with it.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?