I’ve been broke as fuck, but I’ve never owed anyone shit.
Happiness is the absence of wants.
My father would say, “Ronnie, you’re going to be someone special. Whatever it is that you want to do, you’re going to be the best in the world at it.” He said it to me when I was at that age where your dad is right about everything. So I just assumed that he was.
People have been fighting each other for millennia. It’s part of human nature. The confusing thing is we now live in a society where it’s not illegal to be an asshole, but it’s illegal to slap one.
I love fighting. It’s preserving something that’s real, that I think is trying to be crushed out of society. And I think it’s the safest way that we can keep it. People need to hold on to their sanity somehow.
Reality TV is set up to make people entertaining. A good person with values and principles is not good television.
At home, I watch fights and documentaries — that’s it. If it’s not about the birth and death of stars, Frozen Planet, or someone getting punched in the face, I’m probably not watching it.
People say to me all the time, “You have no fear.” I tell them, “No, that’s not true. I’m scared all the time. You have to have fear in order to have courage. I’m a courageous person because I’m a scared person.”
I’ve been arm-barred. I’ve been arm-barred and I let my arm be broken, and I didn’t tap, and I got out, and I still won that fight. Fuck ’em. I don’t care. An arm bar isn’t the end for me. The ligaments in both my elbows are so loose my arms just dislocate sometimes, just randomly. Because I’ve experienced it, I don’t fear it at all. It’s the people who haven’t been arm-barred who have that fear.
Since becoming a sex symbol, I haven’t had less sex in my life.
It’s really funny, actually. I either get men coming up to me like, “Oh, my God, baby, I love you!” or else they’re too shy to approach me. Can I get just a little in between?
Hell no, I ain’t gonna hook up with no fighter. I know these guys. They’re like a sewing circle and everyone tells everyone everything.
Tweeting can really make you think about what you wanna say. You spit something out and you’re like, Damn, I’m eight characters over. What other words can I use that won’t change the meaning?
When I left judo and went into MMA, everyone was saying, “How’s she gonna react to getting punched in the face?” And I was thinking, You don’t understand. In judo, those girls would punch you straight in the face all the time. They’d pretend to go for a grip and just punch you. Grab you by the collar and hit you over and over again. If you watch the fight I lost at the Olympics, you’ll see that girl punched me in the face twenty times. I know what it’s like to get punched in the face. At this point, I’m conditioned to ignore it. I don’t skip a beat.
I speak really, really fast because the people in my family all had very interesting things to say, and so I learned to say what I want to say loud and reallyfast because that’s the only way I was gonna break in and be heard.
For me, MMA is like speed chess. It’s like I’m herding a person into a certain position. Say my endgame is an arm bar. I’m not gonna actually take you and put you there. What I’m going to do is convince you that it’s a good idea to move in the direction I want you to go. And I’m going to keep on funneling you down until you’ve been narrowed to the option of tap or not.
I’m not creative enough to be a good liar.