We live in a box of space and time. Movies are windows in its walls.
The lacy fight was a career defining fight.
When you know yourself that you've come through preparation injury free and you've done everything, you've done the work in the gym and the rounds of sparring, it fills you with confidence.
I know Haye's a good fighter as well and he beat Mormeck but Mormeck is not Enzo Maccarinelli and does not have the speed, stamina or punching power.
I train the same way as I've always trained, even before I was champion. That's the difference, I train like a challenger.
If I look at the fighters that are coming through, fighters like Carl Froch for instance, do I worry about fighters like that? Course not, I could eat them for breakfast.
Two big punchers, you've got to keep your chin down, keep your defense up, don't be careless or open, box sensibly, control the centre of the ring and when he lets his punches go, believe me he's gonna know all about it.
He landed on his back amid a tangled pile of clothes. "Isabelle," Simon protested weakly, "do you really think this is going to make you feel any better?" "Trust me," Isabelle said, placing a hand on his chest, just over his unbeating heart. "I feel better already.
I'm really, really blessed. Not only am I blessed to have found that I love making films, but I'm also insanely blessed to be able to do it. I have to remind myself that when I'm complaining.
I think the world offers so many wonderful varieties of obstacles, but that shouldn't be one for kids - is the worry that 'my parents wont be there. '
I've finally learned to love my voice for its uniqueness.