“If you owe ten pounds to the Bank of England, you get thrown in jail, but if you owe a million pounds, they invite you to sit on the Board”

“If you owe your bank a hundred pounds, you have a problem. But if you owe a million, it has.”

“If you owe the bank $100, that's your problem. If you owe the bank $100 million, that's the bank's problem.”

“You must not fall. / When you lose your balance, resist for a long time before turning yourself toward the earth. Then jump. / You must not force yourself to stay steady. You must move forward.”

“If you listen to the experts, you may find this is all a little bit of this and a little bit of that, a whole lot of blah blah blah, and a smattering of goobledygook.”

“A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.”

“APPLES SCENT,You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't think about it. You had no wish to be flooded by this melancholic wave. But you can't resist. Apple scent is a breaker. How could you manage without this childhood, bitter and sweet ?Shrivelled fruits surely are delicious, from this feak dryness where candied taste seems to have wormed in each wrinkle. But you don't wish to eat them. Particularly don't turn into an identifiable taste this floating power of smell. Say that it smells good, strong? But not ..... It's beyond .... An inner scent, scent of a better oneself. Here is shut up school autumn, with purple ink we scratch paper with down strokes and thin strokes. Rain bangs against glasses, evening will be long ....But apple perfume is more than past. You think about formerly because of fullness and intensity from a remembrance of salpetered cellar, dark attic. But it's to live here, stay here, stand up.You have behind you high herbs and damp orchards. Ahead it's like a warm blow given in the shade. Scent got all browns, all reds with a bit of green acid. Scent distilled skin softness, its tiny roughness. Lips dried, we alreadyt know that this thirst is not to be slaked.Nothing would happen if you bite the white flesh. You would need to become october, mud floor, moss of cellar, rain, expectation.Apple scent is painful. It's from a stronger life, a slowness we deserve no more.”