393 Quotes About Boxing

After my victory at the Warriors 1, the self-proclaimed and well named Monarch of the Underworld, Dave Courtney, came up to me and commended me when he said, ‘Richy, you can hit, I’m fucking glad you’re not hitting me.’ The way Dave said it and the expression on his face made me laugh.

To be a boxer is to be within yourself, inside your thoughts and feelings.

After you have seasoned your gloves with the blood, sweat and tears of your opponents, all else is anticlimactic.

If you want to chase a runaway ambulance toward what’s left of the American Dream, Floyd Mayweather and Manny Pacquiao show you that, still, somehow, boxing remains the yellow brick road in our country.

While guidebooks might tell you that time collapsed here, another theory says that in Latin America, all of history coexists at once.

Boxing is the most extreme metaphor of personal liability – you enter the ring alone and compete the same way.

Mayweather was already a gargoyle for our era, a gleaming hood ornament on a demented limo running one red light after another, America’s id.

Boxing encompasses the very worst and very best of human nature and its beautiful brutality is a marvelous contradiction for a writer. It conjures up so many irreconcilably antagonistic feelings.

When I reached the age of five, I was told I was adopted as a baby, at that time I was gun and holster mad, a bit of a lone ranger, as was the rage in those days. My parents, Tom and Brenda, told me they went to see all these special kids and they picked me out from them. Waiting for my reaction, I looked up at my parents and chimed, ‘Did I have my guns on?