If they can make penicillin out of moldy bread, then they can sure make something out of you. — Muhammad Ali. American boxer and activist (1942–2016)
I'm so fast that, last night, I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.
The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road; long before I dance under those lights.
I don't count my sit-ups; I only start counting when it starts hurting because theyre the only ones that count.