People assume I'm out there having this great life, but money doesn't erase the pain. When you're young you barrel through life, making choices without thinking of repercussions. A few years down the line, you wake up in a certain place and wonder how the hell you got there.

Money is in some respects life's fire: it is a very excellent servant, but a terrible master.

It's our money, and we're free to spend it any way we please.

I don't know what to do with it. I'm very fortunate to have it, and it gives you room to maneuver. But the main thing about having money is it means you don't have to worry about it. And that for me is a lovely thing. It's not for fast cars and hookers.

I don't work very much, and I just sit here waiting for a script that I can't refuse - and I'm not talking about money.

I decided I ought to pick a project that would not be controversial, that would not really cost the government a lot of money.

I had some money, I made the best paintings ever. I was completely reclusive, worked a lot, took a lot of drugs. I was awful to people.

Only the elites despise earning money.

If you put all your strength and faith and vigor into a job and try to do the best you can, the money will come.

I've got my eye on a few things to spend my money on. I've got my own bank card but I am really good with money. I don't spend too much at all.