[On Las Vegas:] ... The City That Never Sleeps. The City That Sins and Smiles and Lives On the Edge. The city where vices become virtues, become what everyone is here to do.
Hatred, like straw, makes for a lumpy mattress.
Guilt, the poor man's mind control.
To lose hope in the future is to begin to die.
Every good thing you do changes the balance in the universe.
Girls do what their mothers tell them. Ladies do what society tells them. Women make up their own minds.