Fame is like a big piece of meringue - it's beautiful, and you keep eating it, but it doesn't really fill you up.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.
I often say fame is kind of like a drug or like sugar: when it's controlling you it doesn't feel good at all.
Fame is an odd thing. It bugs you a little bit, but it's really not bad.
Fame is a mind - a way of thinking about things. It's all in your mind.
I've always been profoundly ambivalent about fame. I think it just eats the reality out of you and it can be intoxicating because I like some of it.
Fame is a by-product which you have to deal with in a sensible way. To believe that it is anything more significant than that is deeply self-deceptive.
As for fame, it can go to your head and you can become full of yourself.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Fame is, I think, just a disgusting by-product of what I do.
Fame is like a shaved pig with a greased tail, and it is only after it has slipped through the hands of some thousands, that some fellow, by mere chance, holds on to it!