At the end of the day, we're professional prizefighters - stop acting like street thugs. We're not going to fight in the streets.

I'm the ultimate professional.

You can't live off your past.

Everybody's calling me out. Why do you think everybody wants to fight me? I'm the money fight.

Supposing I write out a cheque for a billion dollars to the foundation, does it mean anything? There must be evidence of philanthropy. Otherwise, I'm sitting with that money, earning interest exactly the way in my holding company.

I've forgiven all my enemies - even those who have stolen money from me.

By opening space, for the first time in our history, rather than inexorably extracting the blood of life from this oh-so-precious sphere in our quest for wealth, we will turn outwards and upwards, creating new wealth from places already dead, advancing into places where there is no life, and bringing its seeds with us.

New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself.