I thought the fire works were spectacular.

At one point, we were told by Fire and Rescue that we had about two minutes or this gentleman was going to die.

I think one of these days they're going to be like fire extinguishers.

We do know that we are dealing with a homicide. Presumably, the person who set the fire did so to disguise the murder.

[Many executives, particularly those of Pottruck's age and tax bracket, would simply have retired, using that competitive fire to improve their handicaps. But for Pottruck, the best coping strategy was simply to charge ahead, to believe that what came next was just as important as what had come before. By September, he had settled into luxurious new offices (paid for by Schwab as part of his severance agreement) that overlooked San Francisco's Embarcadero, just 10 blocks from Schwab's offices.] There is going to be mourning, ... but successful people let go of the past as quickly as they can. You can't mourn at the same time you have a new beginning because it drags the new beginning down.

At the end, it was worse because you didn't know if it was going to work, if we'd catch fire. It was scary. Grown men were crying.