I don't understand why people would want to get rid of pigeons. They don't bother no one.

As long as we persevere and endure, we can get anything we want.

[Tyson finally struck back when an older boy tried to steal one of the pigeons he was raising.] I don't know what possessed me to fight, but it was my first fight and I kicked the living crap out of him, ... When I started hitting him, I was loving it. I let so much frustration out.

Some people try to get you out of slavery for you to be their slave.

To change, to convert? Why bother?

I want to rip out his heart and feed it to Lennox Lewis. I want to kill people. I want to rip their stomachs out and eat their children.