Las Vegas is the savage heart of the American Dream.

I didn't know Johnny Depp could act until he played me.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I felt that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actor, kidding ourselves on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between those two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going.

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.

I have warned many times about the guaranteed dangers of betting with your heart instead of your head - big darkness, soon come - but every once in a while you get a fair chance to have it both ways, and the annual NCAA basketball Tournament is one of them.

Old God sure was in a good mood when he made this place.