What we need is not a skilled monetary driver of the economic vehicle continuously turning the steering wheel to adjust to the the unexpected irregularities of the route, but some means of keeping the monetary passenger who is in the back seat as ballast from occasionally leaning over and giving the steering wheel a jerk that threatens to send the car off the road.

Finance is more like sex than science.

One day I’ll come through my American dream, but it won’t mean a fucking thing.

The curious task of economics is to demonstrate to men how little they really know about what they imagine they can design.

The Dude abides. I don’t know about you, but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowing he’s out there, the Dude, takin’ her easy for all us sinners.