He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?

If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money

He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?

Justice? You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?

Power doesn't corrupt people; people corrupt power.

Tragedy was foresworn, in ritual denial of the ripe knowledge that we are drawing away from one another, that we share only one thing, share the fear of belonging to another, or to others, or to God; love or money, tender equated in advertising and the world, where only money is currency, and under dead trees and brittle ornaments prehensile hands exchange forgeries of what the heart dare not surrender.