Fame is a can of worms I haven't really had to contend with.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
'Fame' exhausts me.
I think fame is hard in any capacity. It's so fleeting; it's not anything that you can really grab.
Fame is fickle, and I know it. It has its compensations but it also has its drawbacks, and I've experienced them both.
Fame is an odd thing. It bugs you a little bit, but it's really not bad.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
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 curse... it was the worst phase of my life, which I thank God I'll never have to go through again.
Fame is a very confusing thing, because you are recognized by a lot of people that you've never seen before, and they're at a great advantage.
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!
Fame is, I think, just a disgusting by-product of what I do.