Money doesn't talk, it swears.

Don't matter how much money you got, there's only two kinds of people: there's saved people and there's lost people.

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.

What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.