Las Vegas is a SimCity game gone horribly wrong.

You wait for fate to bring about the changes in life which you should be bringing about by yourself.

TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff? That's just not enough. Look at us all. What's the common assumption that got us all from there to here? What makes us deserve the ice cream and running shoes and wool Italian suits we have? I mean, I see all of us trying so hard to acquire so much stuff, but I can't help but feeling that we didn't merit it.

There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.

Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers!

Everyone has a special place they store their tension (I'm on shiatsu duty), the same way everyone misspells the same words over and over. Karla stores her tension in her rhomboid muscles, and I remove it. This is making me feel good. That I can do this.