My home is in whatever town I'm booked.

I am one of those people who can't help getting a kick out of life - even when it's a kick in the teeth.

What it comes down to is this: the grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, the policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politician -- these are the people who make money out of prostitution, these are the real reapers of the wages of sin.

The only difference between them and my girls is that my girls gave a man his money's worth.

A house is not a home.