Money (n.) and the market are capitalism's true police.
Money (n.) in its circulation is the means for rendering the debt infinite.
Money (n.) as equivalent makes it possible to begin and end with money — and therefore never to end at all.
Money (n.) either keeps displacing a limit or bursts into flames — the difference between capitalism and schizophrenia.
Money (n.) that grows arouses people who are not bankers — not by metaphor, any more than Hitler aroused the fascists by a paternal metaphor.
Money (n.) is lived like alcohol by Fitzgerald: an "I have been rich" that separates him from ever having become rich.
Money (n.) comes not from trade but from taxation: it is taxation that monetarizes the economy and creates money already in motion.
Money (n.) keeps its mechanisms totally unaffected by the anal projections of those who handle it — money = shit is an enjoyable pastime and a sterile parallel.
Money (n.) still carries the whole mythology of war: gold and silver began as the nomad's traits of expression on weapons, and war is the active factor in money.
Money (n.) arriving among the Tiv set every code wobbling: watching the export trucks leave full, the elders, they say, know what is happening but cannot tell whom to blame.
Money (n.) is not the same money in the wage earner's pocket and on the firm's balance sheet: in one, impotent signs to buy what is "my due"; in the other, signs of the power of capital.