Now you fuckers know how much you miss this place when you can’t have it.
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David Levien
David Levien is an American screenwriter, novelist, director, and producer. Best known as the co-writer of Ocean's Thirteen and Rounders, Levien has also produced films such as The Illusionist and The Lucky Ones. Levien frequently collaborates on projects with his writing partner Brian Koppelman. As a novelist, he has published City of the Sun, Where the Dead Lay, 13 Million Dollar Pop, and Signature Kill. Earlier works are often published under D. J. Levien. Levien studied at the University of Michiga
Millions of years ago a meteor hit the earth and brought on an ice age and even the mightiest of T-Rexes were brought to skeletons.
I had managed something better than payback. By acting with purpose and understatement, I had created a more just environment, which is what I am asking of all of you. This is the new way.
Our practices leave grooves over time. And eventually, those grooves become walls that box us in.
First I figured out where the sharp action was, where the guys who had a plan were, the guys who grinded. Took the guesswork out of it.
It's time for you folks to sharpen your pencils, and you better come back with one Traci Lords of an idea. And if you need that fucking defined, here it is: a barely legal, market-dominating, brilliant cocksucker of an idea.
Don't serve rabbit food to an elephant and ask if he's full.
The entire hedge fund industry is under siege. We deserve it. We've acted as if it would go on forever. Even the shitty returns, the outflow of institutional money and rise of quant-funds have lighted to way to our demise. We have wilfully refused to change.
What we do has consequences, intended or unintended. The decisions we make, The actions we bring—have weight.
You're just listening to the wrong voice. You're tuned in to the one yelling at you over the loudspeaker that you're fucking stupid, and you're ignoring the quiet one, inside, telling you where the alpha is. Now, that's the voice that got you here.
They may be cheering now, but believe me, they are dying to boo.
You wouldn't know the right thing to do if it kneeled down and sucked your tiny goddamn cock!
But a good matador doesn't try to kill a fresh bull. You wait until he's been stuck a few times.
But then again, what's the point of having ‘fuck you’ money if you never say ‘fuck you’?
You know, being a billionaire I never get to talk about this with anyone 'cause who's gonna give a shit? But being a billionaire, when you walk into a room, it's like being a woman with a perfect set of tits.
You don't have to outswim the shark. You just have to outswim the guy you're scuba diving with.
If you fuck me, I never talk to you again.