Fame had brought me so much unhappiness.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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 had all the fame anyone could want, and I ran away from it.
Fame made me develop a panic disorder.
I started to hate fame, I didn't want to go out, because I didn't want to be recognised for what I was being recognised for.
I feel like fame is wasted on me.
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.
I don't think I ever wanted fame.
Fame didn't happen to me in my 20s, it has been a gradual thing which probably makes it easier to deal with.
Fame introduced me to a world of instant gratification and decadence I hadn't seen before.
I think fame became exciting for me in the late '90s because I could actually use it as a means to an end. I could actually have it help me serve my vocationfulness.