It eats at me. And if it eats at me, I'm going to make sure it eats at (my team).

Much of our trading comes down to a battle between our patience and our impulses.

When I was a kid, my mom used to run the vacuum cleaner, and the noise would bother me so much that I would run into the woods to calm down. I feel like that vacuum cleaner has been on since I moved to New York City.

And I think that if I were a for real celebrity that was recognizable everywhere, I'd just crawl under a rock and you know, have someone run over the rock with a car, or something.

I always, always liked children... I was very afraid of them before. Because I never really grew up, I mean, with a lot of little kids around. Even though I am from a kind of Italian family, I never really grew up with a lot of little kids around.

The best traders I know are also the most humble people I know, coincidence? Or has the market taught them some very valuable lessons?

When I was 14 I would pick up my brother's bass guitar, and I would just pound on it, having no idea how to play it.