You can take the girl out of Vegas, but you can't take the Vegas out of the girl.

So I begged, half way into season two, for them to let me cut my hair.

I wasn't willing to be a victim. I only wanted to survive, and I only wanted to get through.

Sometimes decisions get made and it ends up being God doing for you what you couldn't do for yourself.

I had been warned not to get on a motorcycle, sort of. I think there is a clause in most general basic contracts to keep yourself in one piece and not alter your looks without telling them first.

There are so many heroes just walking around in everyday life. It blows me away.

You can take the girl out of Vegas, but you can't take the Vegas out of the girl.