Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster

I have always believed helping your fellow man is profitable in every sense, personally and bottom line.

All gamblers are paranoid, though they call it superstition.

When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind-deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark graves in caves to hide her head. She can't be allowed to live. Especially if she's sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.

Not having to worry about money is almost like not having to worry about dying.

Why should I be afraid now? Strange men have come to kill me ever since I was twelve years old.

Falling in love is great but being in love is a disaster