I lift heavy weights and sprint, but I am so bad at it that I develop severe injuries.

I am happy everywhere except in places where I see glitz and rich farts. I am happiest in Brooklyn, where the concentration of rich farts is minimal.

I select a very small number of things to be sceptical about, such as markets, and on these I am hypersceptic. But I want to be fooled by randomness in art. I want the ceremonial of religion; we are made for it.

The track record of economists in predicting events is monstrously bad. It is beyond simplification; it is like medieval medicine.

I lift quite heavy weights, but unfortunately no one believes me.

I like to keep fit, but I never lift very heavy weights.