My mind on my money, my money on my mind.
I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money.
Being rich is an obstacle to loving. When you are rich, you want to continue to be rich, and so you end up devoting all your time, all your energy, in your daily life to stay rich.
It's the same old story, all you think about is money.
A too constant preoccupation with money may seem to indicate the lack of a proper sense of moral values, but [let] those who have always had money . . . be without it for a while, and they will soon discover how quickly it becomes their chief concern.
We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.
I've lived a lot in communist countries and they're intensely interested in money. I think they are more interested in money than capitalists are. They're the most materialistic people in the world. What they're actually living for is material things. The irony of that is that in communist countries there isn't anything to buy.
Did money give people a blind spot? Rob them of their hearing?
Money, money, all is money! Could you write even a penny novelette without money to put heart in you?
A preoccupation with money and, especially, with what money meant was, in our family, an inherited thing. My father's father, Jack, who died before I was born, was very much possessed by the idea that money was freedom.
