You're looking at a guy who believes he can beat a rigged game.

I like games of chance, including women.

It's revved for her pleasure.

She bets the doubles and the parlays, a guaranteed way to stay busted.

The game I play is a very interesting one. It's imagination, in a tight straightjacket.

She was a little given to rehearsing things in her mind, and having imaginary triumphs over people who had upset her in one way and another.

The world is rigged in favor of those who believe it is rigged in their favor.

Her early years were very unhappy, and she decided she would have a good time if she ever got a chance. Later on, she overdid it a little.

Certainly the game is rigged. Don't let that stop you; if you don't bet you can't win.

In her head, Elizabeth called what she did 'The Game.' The rules were simple: to pretend to be whatever someone else needed until they gave you whatever you needed. After that, there were no rules. The Game was fair, at least to Elizabeth's way of thinking. Anyone could play it. In fact, she was sure most people were playing it; they just didn't like to admit it. Sure, there were a few losers and idiots, suckers who, for whatever reason, didn't mind getting played. And some people were so weak that they played poorly, basically inviting anyone to take advantage of them.

Live life as though everything is rigged in your favor.

Live life as if everything is rigged in your favor.

Bette Davis was right—bitches are fun to play.

She loved the games men played with death,
Where death must win