What wretched doings come from the ardor of fame; the love of truth alone would never make one man attack another bitterly.

People don't value their obscurity. They don't know what it's like to have it taken away.

What of fame? Everybody knows your name: never again are you alone.

If one has a good disposition, what other virtue is needed? If a man has fame, what is the value of other ornamentation?

On stage, I make love to 25,000 different people, then I go home alone.

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.