I don’t call up the press and say, ‚Look at me!‘

I have no use for people who throw their weight around as celebrities, or for those who fawn over you just because you are famous.

People want to act like they know celebrities. They want to see pictures. They want to know where you’re going. They want to hear you talk about your family.

These critics with the illusions they’ve created about artists – it’s like idol worship. They only like people when they’re on their way up… I cannot be on the way up again.

The Internet made fame wack and anonymity cool.

Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

I get to hear the really good or the really bad things in the press, but I don’t read it. I can afford to say that because public opinion does not drive U2’s audience.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

Fame has also this great drawback, that if we pursue it, we must direct our lives so as to please the fancy of men.

Obama did organize a great large number of people and many enthusiastic people, what’s called in the press ‚Obama’s Army.‘ But the army is supposed to take instructions, not to implement, to introduce, develop programs and call on its own candidate to implement them. That’s critical.

The nice thing about being a celebrity is that, if you bore people, they think it’s their fault.

I like to hide behind the characters I play. Despite the public perception, I am a very private person who has a hard time with the fame thing.

All my stepchildren carried the burden of my fame. Sometimes they would read terrible things about me, and I’d worry about whether it would hurt them. I would tell them: ‚Don’t hide these things from me. I’d rather you ask me these things straight out, and I’ll answer all your questions.‘

It is hard sometimes to always be at the centre of attention, but when you talk about me you also have to talk about the climate.

There’s Madeleine, and then there’s ‚Madeleine Albright‘. And I sometimes kind of think, who is this person? Once you become ‚Madeleine Albright‘ it doesn’t go away.

Passion for fame: A passion which is the instinct of all great souls.

I wanted to be famous for my music and my talent, and I always wished I could cut it out when I left the stage.

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.

See, ‚A Time to Kill‘ was the one I got famous off of. Big ka-boom, over one weekend. After that, I did films that I really wanted to do.

The press is the hired agent of a monied system, and set up for no other purpose than to tell lies where their interests are involved. One can trust nobody and nothing.

I look out at the stadiums full of people and see them all knowing the words to songs I wrote. And curling their hair! I remember straightening my hair because I wanted to be like everybody else, and now the fact that anybody would emulate what I do? It’s just funny. And wonderful.

The effect of power and publicity on all men is the aggravation of self, a sort of tumor that ends by killing the victim’s sympathies.

The ads all call me fearless, but that’s just publicity. Anyone who thinks I’m not scared out of my mind whenever I do one of my stunts is crazier than I am.

I came to California and got signed at a young age. And it’s not like you see in the movies, where you start rubbing shoulders with Timbaland and Pharrell, and you become a giant pop star.

One cannot wage war under present conditions without the support of public opinion, which is tremendously molded by the press and other forms of propaganda.

The fame thing is interesting because I never wanted to be famous, and I never dreamt I would be famous.

In England, when an athlete gets to the top, we do our best to destroy him.

The longer a man’s fame is likely to last, the longer it will be in coming.

Democratic nations must try to find ways to starve the terrorist and the hijacker of the oxygen of publicity on which they depend.

I don’t have people following me around, like bodyguards. I don’t know how people live like that. Maybe the young movie stars have to live like that, I don’t know. But it seems a little crazy to me. I don’t think you need all that stuff.

I know a lot of people who wouldn’t be comfortable with everything that comes with being in a band as big as Nirvana. The thing that I don’t understand is not appreciating that simple gift of being able to play music.

The smarter the journalists are, the better off society is. For to a degree, people read the press to inform themselves – and the better the teacher, the better the student body.

Overnight stardom can be harmful to your mental health. Yeah. It has ruined a lot of people.

I hate being called an ‚icon.‘ I just don’t like it. That’s all there is to it.

I met my husband before I became a star, and he doesn’t care about any of it.

Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.

The challenge for me as an actor is if you become a celebrity, you don’t meet strangers anymore. And strangers are where we have our anonymity. And I believe it’s essential for the soul to be anonymous, especially if you’re going to be an actor.

I heard that when Christina Aguilera went back to her prom, people, like, booed her. I can’t imagine going through that. If you know that’s going to happen, why put yourself in that situation? I’d rather play for 20,000 screaming people, you know?

In karting, in the European races, you have the cameras and the film crews and you do interviews. At around 13 I’d already started doing bit of media and it just increases more and more with every level you take, especially when you get into cars – and when you hit F1 it’s an even higher step up. It’s something you get used to over time.

What I’ve learned is that you really don’t need to be a celebrity or have money or have the paparazzi following you around to be famous.

To the press alone, chequered as it is with abuses, the world is indebted for all the triumphs which have been gained by reason and humanity over error and oppression.

Some people are very good at being ‚stars‘ and it suits them. I’m grudging about it and I find it annoying.

People don’t realize that we, we meaning people in show business, have the same problems as everyone else. Money doesn’t change that. Fame doesn’t change that. Sometimes that brings on more problems. You know, it’s just a different kind of problems.

People at Facebook are fairly used to the press being nice to us or not nice to us.

I had a lot of resistance, and not just to fame. I was always conscious of not changing.

I have no interest in Shakespeare and all that British nonsense… I just wanted to get famous and all the rest is hogwash.

Fame is ultimately about the cycles of desire and how to do away with them or manage them well.

If I’m a star, then the people made me a star.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I’m still waiting, it’s all been to seduce women basically.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

The moment I said I’d finished a book, I knew what would happen. There would be a bidding war, and I would end up with someone who’d got the fattest wallet, who had bought it because I’d written Harry Potter. That would have been why.

I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated.

Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.

I wanted to have the adoration of John Lennon but have the anonymity of Ringo Starr. I didn’t want to be a frontman. I just wanted to be back there and still be a rock and roll star at the same time.

When I was a kid, I never did funny things to get attention. I was never a funny person. I was never, like, ‚Oh, wow. I could say this some day on stage.‘

Fame may go by and – so long, I’ve had you.

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.

If you modestly enjoy your fame you are not unworthy to rank with the holy.

Good fame is like fire; when you have kindled you may easily preserve it; but if you extinguish it, you will not easily kindle it again.

It is folly for an eminent man to think of escaping censure, and a weakness to be affected with it. All the illustrious persons of antiquity, and indeed of every age in the world, have passed through this fiery persecution.

Fame and power are the objects of all men. Even their partial fruition is gained by very few; and that, too, at the expense of social pleasure, health, conscience, life.