«Undisputed Truth: My Autobiography» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 17

All of my heroes were truly miserable bastards, and I emulated them my whole career, a hundred percent, but I was never really one of those guys. I wish I was, but I wasn’t.

“Oh, you’re crying? What are you, a little baby? How can you handle a big-time fight if you don’t have the emotional toughness?”

So now I had two belts and tons of money and I should have been a happy camper. But that was not who I was. I was always a depressed, wretched person.

same people who laughed at me at the other jam were there. I had on my new coat and leather pants. Nobody even recognized me; it was like I was a different person. It was incredible.

They couldn’t understand why I wanted to come back, but I went back because I was trying to figure out who I really was. My

I knew that this wasn’t going to be the end of Mike

“Obviously, you gained better control of your own total environment here

So I don’t think about that, those guys really don’t know what they’re cheering for. I know the total me and I know why they should be cheering, but they don’t know, they cheer for the knockout. That’s all they cheer for, the knockout and the performance. I cheer because I know who I am.”

I guess I just never thought I was good enough for the job. I was too insecure to be that dominant person.

You don’t turn your back on a jealous cokehead.