“I love lawyers and bankers, they are my family, but I don’t want to live with them. It doesn’t make a city.”

I didn’t go to art school. So, I never had this moment of taking time to actually learn how to make things and learn about art history and learn about people that came before me.

I always feel like I don’t know how to express myself. I need to be with people that understand my language.

I did a project on immigration, which is something that has always been close to my heart. For me, immigration was the way to evolve, to make people better.

Everyone moves for reason. You need a reason to leave everything behind.

When I get back into the city, it doesn’t matter where you plop me down, I have my friends around me and I feel so blessed.

You need people with brain and heart and soul that give it all. You need young people on skateboards and you need people running around making noise.

I think we all just love to be together and there are just not enough reasons to be together.

Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.

Bankers know that history is inflationary and that money is the last thing a wise man will hoard.

The methods it employs with such acumen, persistency, and secrecy are employed by all sorts of business men, from corner grocers up to bankers. If exposed, they are excused on the ground that this is business.

Banks have a new image. Now you have ‘a friend,’ your friendly banker. If the banks are so friendly, how come they chain down the pens?

Since I’ve become a central banker, I’ve learned to mumble with great incoherence.

We as central bankers need not be concerned if a collapsing financial asset bubble does not threaten to impair the real economy, its production, jobs and price stability.

Showing wise kinds and blissful martyrs- while bankers wept and peasants starved.

The last duty of a central banker is to tell the public the truth.