Fame sweeps you away. I had to go home every six months to remember who I am.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Fame is a curse... it was the worst phase of my life, which I thank God I'll never have to go through again.
I didn't handle fame very well at first. I got a little resentful.
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.
I feel like fame is wasted on me.
I don't think about my fame very much.
'Fame' exhausts me.
Fame will go by and, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live.
Thank God I've never had the sort of intense fame that means you can't walk up the road. That sort of blazing stardom must be difficult to cope with and maintain; my career has just bubbled along happily.
Fame doesn't make me any different. I am the same man now who grew up in the hard streets of Panama. I am just myself. I always will be. Whoever wants to talks to me, talks to me. Whoever loves me, loves me for who I am.
Fame is a can of worms I haven't really had to contend with.