The kind of accidents you prefer to call. . . accidents.
There's such a big buzz around boxing at the moment. Everything's happening and there's so much building up with a lot of young talent coming through.
The Commonwealth is one of three belts I want to win before going for a world title.
Boxing has kept me off the streets, stops me smoking and drinking and gives me something to do.
My trainer Jimmy Tibbs and my promoter Frank Warren told me that I had to be patient and get the jab going.
It is an honour to fight at the Royal Albert Hall.
But as an amateur, the highest level you can box at is the Olympics. I did that at 18 and felt it was time to move on to other challenges as a professional.
I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
It is no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be.
Stop making sense. Logic is predictable. Think differently.
The design of good houses requires an understanding of both the construction materials and the behavior of real humans.