Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

Prayer is a practical strategy, the gaining of temporal advantage in the capital markets of Sin and Remission.

The future belongs to crowds.

People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.

Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.

The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.

In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.