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I’ll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I’ll be famous, and if not famous, I’ll be notorious. Or perhaps I’ll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.
No man is truly great who is great only in his lifetime. The test of greatness is the page of history.
The love of fame, as it enters at times into his mind, is only another name for the love of excellence; or it is the ambition to attain the highest excellence, sanctioned by the highest authority — that of time.
Anna: One day, not long from now, my looks will go, they will discover I can’t act, and I will become some sad middle aged woman who looks a bit like someone who was famous for awhile.
I had one guy at a gas station in New York say to me, “Hey, you look like Hugh Grant. No offense.”
Fame is complicated and definitely overrated. There are perks to it that are unfathomable. But the other aspect is there’s little to no privacy at all – being anywhere at any time and knowing that somebody you cannot see is probably taking a picture of you, which has happened hundreds of times. I look around and cannot see anyone and a couple of weeks later I see a photo of me looking around.
You aren’t famous till my mother has heard of you.
The worst part of success is to try finding someone who is happy for you.
When you’re famous you kind of run into human nature in a raw kind of way. It stirs up envy, fame does. People you run into feel that, well, who does she think she is, Marilyn Monroe? They feel fame gives them some kind of privilege to walk up to you and say anything to you, of any kind of nature — and it won’t hurt your feelings — like it’s happening to your clothes not you.
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You… you don’t know my name?
Mater: What’s your name?
Lightning McQueen: You… you don’t know my name?
Mater: No, uh… no, I know your name. Is your name Mater too?
Gilderoy Lockheart: Fame is a fickle friend, Harry.