“There is nothing around me but money, money, money.”

“For after all, what is there behind, except money? Money for the right kind of education, money for influential friends, money for leisure and peace of mind, money for trips to Italy. Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O lord, give me money, only money.”

“Money is just a piece of paper. Money burns. You know what I mean? Money is nothing substantial to me. You know what I mean? It's the enemy of music.”

“money is nothing its how u treat people, then the money counts.”

“Money, money, money! I think about money morning, noon and night! I dare say it's mercenary of me, but there it is”

“God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”)”