I suppose I've been interested in Abraham Lincoln for almost as long as I can remember. My first Lincoln book was the Classics Illustrated comic book version of the life of Lincoln, and with that, I was hooked.
My life's a mess. I'm not afraid to admit it.
In order to love fighting, I have to hate it.
People say that marijuana is going to hurt my career. On the contrary, my fight career is getting in the way of my marijuana smoking.
Fighters are afraid of conditioning, they are afraid of getting tired, but I don't want to have anxiety or be afraid of anything. I can go 100 percent out there and never have to worry about getting tired. Everybody says fighting is 90 percent mental, and it's true. Knowing you can go 15 minutes or 25 minutes without any problem can help you sustain that mental advantage over your opponent.
I don't fight my friends. . . I don't care how much money you put in front of me, I don't care if you put millions and millions of dollars and you say whatever you want.
I just want to do something big if I do anything at all.
I have a cat, so I know that when she digs her very sharp claws into my chest or stomach it's really a sign of affection, but I don't see any reason for programming languages to show affection with pain.
There are two kinds of people in the world—only two kinds. Not black or white, rich or poor, but those either dead in sin or dead to sin.
I think my love of journalizing my life comes from my mom.
His pomposity is overshadowed only by his rank stupidity