I'm tired of hearing about money, money, money, money, money.
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
Making money is certainly the one addiction I cannot shake.
The love of money as a possession-as distinguished from the love of money as a means to the enjoyments and realities of life-will be recognized for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity, one of those semi-criminal, semi-pathological propensities which one hands over with a shudder to the specialists in mental disease
I like money. It's fun to fold and stack and smell and look at. It's just plain fun to count money, and I often do it in a loud falsetto while wearing nothing but a captain's hat and a coin changer.
The lust for affluence in contemporary society has become psychotic; it has completely lost touch with reality.
The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex. At any rate, people seem to me odder about money than about even their amours.
The love of money as a possession...will be recognised for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity.
The Clintons are obsessed with money, and they have been since they came on the national scene. I'm sure that both of them since childhood have been obsessed with money. And I mean it. I mean obsessed with not having it when they were young.
A lot of celebrities just want money, fame, power, fancy cars, houses all over the world and have people bow down to them. To me, that's frightful behaviour.
