When you're sick, you think that money doesn't matter. I wanted him to get well.

It wasn't just the money they took. It was the time.

Clive was so thrilled with life. We would sit around at the end of the day and just laugh. He was my best friend.

At that point it all hit me. I knew this guy was a fake and that I'd never see him again. At that moment, it all made sense.

Capital isn't this pile of money sitting somewhere; it's an accounting construct.

Home ownership was the fig leaf for the rise in subprime lending. But that was really about cash-out refinancings, not buying homes.