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

No one loves the real me inside. they're all in love with my fame, my stardom.

The world looks with some awe upon a man who appears unconcernedly indifferent to home, money, comfort, rank, or even power and fame. The world feels not without a certain apprehension, that here is some one outside its jurisdiction; someone before whom its allurements may be spread in vain; some one strangely enfranchised, untamed, untrammelled by convention, moving independent of the ordinary currents of human action.

Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.

Some artists are working to buy the mansion or whatever the element of fame must bear, but I spend all my money on my show.

I'm just a girl, With a dream that got the best of me, In a world that believes fame is everything.