You got nothing coming, man. I’m going to enjoy this fight [against Evander Holyfield].
My biggest weakness is my sensitivity. I am too sensitive a person.
[Tyson and Ruddock wasted no time testing each other. Before the opening bell Ruddock bounced around the ring, seemingly eager to begin, while Tyson eyed his foe with a small smile.] I don’t try to intimidate anybody before a fight, … That’s nonsense. I intimidate people by hitting them.
When you see me smash somebody’s skull, you enjoy it.
Our money is bait money, and bait money is not to be used.
Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn’t have a cent.
I just look around and say, I’m a mess. I don’t know why I do things.
I’m just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.
My main objective is to be professional but to kill him [Lennox Lewis].
I paid a worker at New York’s zoo to re-open it just for me and Robin [Tyson’s wife]. When we got to the gorilla cage there was 1 big silverback gorilla there just bullying all the other gorillas. They were so powerful but their eyes were like an innocent infant. I offered the attendant $10,000...
and I’d like to think it was because of environmental reasons, but I don’t really believe that.
Fear is your best friend or your worst enemy. It’s like fire. If you can control it, it can cook for you; it can heat your house. If you can’t control it, it will burn everything around you and destroy you. If you can control your fear, it makes you more alert, like a deer...
I’m a Muslim, but do you think Jesus would love me? I think Jesus would have a drink with me and discuss why are you acting like that? Now, he would be cool. He would talk to me. No Christian ever did that and said in the name of Jesus even. They’d throw me in...
Smart too late and old too soon, … This is just my ending.
I’m not Mother Teresa, but I’m not Charles Manson, either.
I know why they don’t like me because they want the money I have.
I know how hard it is to be a woman, especially a black woman.
When I’d get up in the morning, he’d make me breakfast. Now he’s not around anymore. God. I’m doing to do well, but when I come down to it, who really cares? I like doing my job, but I’m not happy being victorious. I fight my heart out and give it my best, but when...