Daniel Woodrell Quotes

On New Year's Day 2008 I had two bailiffs turn up on my doorstep and because I had so little income I had not been paying bills, and I respect the concept of paying bills, I'm very much in favour of it, I just couldn't quite get it together.

If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some.

I had moved out of the Edison Hotel because I couldn't pay the bill and was living at the Lincoln Hotel, where I couldn't pay the bill either, but it was cheaper.

I had been working for eight years and all I had to show for it was this horrible debt. At one point we had the bailiff at the door.

I didn't have a dollar to my name in 2006.

When I first moved to Los Angeles, I came out here with a thousand dollars to my name.

I know what not being able to pay your bills feels like real well... I know that way better than a room full of beautiful people and Tony awards and Grammy awards.

We had to leave Norway and go where it was all happening, which was London. We loved it there, but it was hard. We had no money - we were literally starving. It started to get ugly.

I had a year, where... I was secretly, 100 percent, dead broke.

I did not come to Mumbai to act. I came here to look for a job as our business had shut down, and it was a difficult time for us.

I'm doing my best to stay off that financing scheme that relies on this one strip of capital, which is the red carpet. And - no sob story - but it's hard. It takes a while.

If I were in severely straitened socio-economic circumstances and had to move to the U.S., I'd probably opt for Athens, GA, or Lawrence, KS. As boho guys usually do, live cheap in the Left Bank of Kansas.

We packed up all the worldly possessions we could carry with us and took the next flight to Hawaii from Washington. It took just about every cent my family had to our name just to pay the plane fare. When we arrived, we had about $15 left among us. We were really in pitiful shape. But we were together, and we were alive, and this was all that mattered.

When I was forty, I was getting divorced, living in a low-class, dirty hotel in New York. My mother was dying of cancer. I owed $20,000. That was about the lowest. I came back to show business, and I couldn't get a job. I was turned down by every small-time agent in New York.

Even today, if my title hadn't been given back to me and I was in such poverty where I had to go and find a job, I would have done that.

Economic privation proceeds by easy stages, and so long as men suffer it patiently the outside world cares little.

When you have no money, you need invention.

He who would remain honest ought to keep away want.

When you ain’t got no money, you got the blues.

Having grown up in dire poor, the thing that I hated the most in life was poverty.

There are only two ways of making money: the hard way and the very hard way!

Debt, grinding debt, whose iron face the widow, the orphan, and the sons of genius fear and hate; debt, which consumes so much time, which so cripples and disheartens a great spirit with cares that seem so base, is a preceptor whose lessons cannot be foregone, and is needed most by those who suffer from it most.

It is hard to apply oneself to study when there is no money to pay for food and lodging. I almost never explain these things when folks are asking me why I don't do this or that.

The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.