There was years when my father didn't even make a hundred grand - or barely made a hundred grand - and sure, we had a maid, but she only came twice a week. What do you think happened the other five days? You think those dishes washed themselves? You think those clothes got themselves in the hamper?
I have made no money. I am as poor now as ever I was in my life - except in hope, which is by no means bankable.
Not only do I have to live, right, I have to get some cash for my troubles - it's a scary thing, and people need to start to think about the messages that they send in the movies.
I was so deep in red ink coming out of ECW that I had to make a good solid living just to get my nose above the water line because of ECW.
My parents were working class folks. My dad was a bartender for most of his life, my mom was a maid and a cashier and a stock clerk at WalMart. We were not people of financial means in terms of significant financial means. I always told them, 'I didn't always have what I wanted. I always had what I needed.' My parents always provided that.
When our jewellery business went into receivership we avoided bankruptcy by selling our houses and possessions.
Tough times call for tougher decisions.
I'm poor, not homeless.
When I started, I had nothing. Because my family was really, really, really poor.
In Manipur, mostly the top player's family background is very poor. I also come from a poor family, so we have to do more hard work to get money and a better life.
There is nothing worse than being ashamed of parsimony or poverty.
I didn't have parents I could take a million dollars from. We were a lower-class family.
I wasn't rich.
Funding for sports (and the arts) are often the first things facing the chop in difficult times.
Economics should not drive you out of the community.
A common man, even like myself, I don't know how to pay my taxes.
When I was born, the economy wasn't in a great state; it was the Depression, and my father had to be quick to try and find work.
When you get behind with the tax department, it's very difficult to catch up.
Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams. I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.
You and I can be busy, and we take a vacation from work. You can't take a break from being poor. You can't say, 'Hey I've had enough of worrying about money, I'm just going to be rich for a couple of weeks until I've recovered.'
It's pretty rare to just talk to people who are having a tough time in the economy, to hear their individual stories.
Now, although my life is still pleasant, the days of easy money are over.
My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.
Oh my God - this is scary and sad all at the same time. I literally dream about buying my own groceries. Swear to God. Because it is something that is real and normal.
Money is the driving force of Hand to Mouth, the lack of money, and all those true stories about strange things in The Red Notebook, coincidences and unlikely events, surprise, the unexpected.
