Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?

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

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.

We want someone to bring us the news.

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

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