Golddigger Quotes

“Well, who is he?' I asked, the first time I saw Mary with his glazed expression.
'Money,' Mary said.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

“ADAMANT, n. A mineral frequently found beneath a corset. Soluble in solicitate of gold.”
― Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

“Philippe to his mother "do stop chasing after a carriage that has a runaway mare.”
― E.L.R. Jones, Forbidden: A Prince's Most Coveted Possession

“Don't think that there is any satisfactory substitute for love between husband and wife. Respect and esteem make a good foundation, but they won't do alone.
Don't be surprised, if you have married for money, or position, or fame, that you get *only* money, or position, or fame; love can not be bought.”
― Blanche Ebbutt, Don'ts for Wives

“Golddigger' usually refers to a lousy opportunist who manipulates others for selfish interest. However, when digging for gold, you'll realize that there's no lousy manipulation in digging. Gold is not found on the surface. It's buried d-e-e-p down. You gat to dig the digging.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

“To assume every woman is out to dig for gold,
is not masculinity, it's simian masculinity.
Likewise, to assume every man is a sexist pig,
is not feminism, it's canine femininity.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yaralardan Yangın Doğar: Explorers of Night are Emperors of Dawn

“Although I know I'm one of Warren Beatty's many lovers, I also know I'm the main one of many—the last stop before the ball-and-chain main squeeze, which is what Julie Christie is.”
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“I buy what I think is a beautiful gift for Richard Pryor. It’s a pre-Civil War cigarette and match holder, with a small black child sitting on top of two yellow haystacks smoking a corncob pipe. Right before dinner, I give it to Richard. He takes one look at it and screams, “I fucking hate it!”
Shocked, I ask, “Hate it? How can you hate it?”
“It’s fucking racist.”
"It’s fucking black art; it may have been racist but it’s not now.
This is an artistic documentation of those times." Now I’m on a roll. “Open your eyes.”
“I’ll open your eyes, bitch.””
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“I think of the added pressures that black men have when making love because they feel that they are expected to perform in some legendary way—Mandingo sex. What was that expression? Once go black, you can't go back.”
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“I represent everything that distances Richard Pryor from Peoria, Illinois' ghettos.”
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“I see us as a black and white version of John and Yoko, a duet of magic and productivity. It feels as though it will last forever. Richard Pryor has finally found his panacea, me.
People look at me as Richard's deliverance: he is the tragic, self- destructive freak no longer.”
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“We thought the place was haunted, and in fact my least favorite of Daddy’s wives, Jennifer Lee, once told me that the whole house was haunted, and that an entire family had been murdered in that very basement. I later learned she was just trying to frighten us off, because she didn’t like having us kids around, probably because we reminded her that Daddy had been with other women (and he may have liked them better than he liked her).”
― Rain Pryor, Jokes My Father Never Taught Me: Life, Love, and Loss with Richard Pryor

“As I listen to their jive, I try to find my way around the street mind, the black man's mind. Feeling left out, like an ostracized kid at a playground, I try to join in on the "get down" flavor of the dialogue by calling Richard Pryor a nigger.”
― Jennifer Lee, Tarnished Angel: Surviving in the Dark Curve of Drugs, Violence, Sex, and Fame : A Memoir

“Both Richard and I sat silent and watched Jennifer Lee. She came across the room and over to us and swept our chess pieces off the board.
“Bastard!” she announced and started back for the door.
“No. Jennifer, I’ve had it with you. You took your clothes off in front of my son. My son came to me and he was crying and I said what’s wrong but he wouldn’t say anything. I made him tell me, Jennifer. He said you came out of your bedroom naked. You showed my son your pussy, woman!”
“And you hit me,” Jennifer accused him. I realized that they were both showing off right in front of me to embarrass the other one.
“And you spit in my face and called me a nigger!” he shot back.
She came back. “Because I wanted to! Damn you!”
“Well, just leave. I told you to leave. Now leave. I’ve done all I could for you, just leave. You would never treat Warren Beatty like you treated me. Or any of those other white boys you star-fucked.”
He turned to me.
“Man, can you imagine her doing that to Warren Beatty?”
I said, “No!”
― Cecil Brown