Fame is a by-product. It's not a goal. What matters is loving your work and loving what you do.

Fame is a form of misunderstanding.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

Fame and success have brought me everything, except a loving, on-going relationship. I seem to eat people up and destroy them no matter how hard I try to make things work. Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat, screaming with fear because I'm so alone. That's why I go out looking for someone who will love me, even if it's just for a one-night stand.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

Amidst all of these flashing lights I pray the fame won't take my life.