fame

The ovation roared around him. He felt nothing in particular, hardly even the embarrassment he had feared. He had to go up again__his time without Fräulein Gasteiner, and it was a little peculiar to him to hear the noise of clapping hands and the loud shouts of "Bravo". He bowed several times, turned to the door and then, just as the clapping was getting weaker, he heard a voice from slightly behind him, or to the side__e couldn't quite tell__ut the words were perfectly distinct, no matter how quietly they had been said: "Poor devil!" He wanted to look around, but he felt that that would seem absurd.

It__ relatively easy to act nice and normal in front of a crowd, or in public. The tricky part is doing it in private.

A friend of mine, Warren Lemming, has this theory: if you__e famous, it__ as if you__e got a golden monkey on your shoulder. When people come up to talk to you, they just see the monkey.

There are never any real stars in LA, but we__e got a bunch of fake ones made out of brass and terrazzo. We embed them in the sidewalks outside of strip clubs and gift shops_ Walk of Fame, walk of shame_ walk of names we__e all destined to forget sooner or later.

Comfort me by a solemn Assurance, that when the little Parlour in which I sit at this Instant, shall be reduced to a worse furnished Box, I shall be read, with Honour, by those who never knew nor saw me, and whom I shall neither know nor see.

Fame means millions of people have the wrong idea of who you are.

The more I see of the __ounoured, famed, and great,_ the more I see of the littleness, the unsatisfactoriness of all created good; and that no earthly pleasure can fill up the wants of the immortal principle within.

The Internet, my fickle friend, my two-faced enemy, what would life be like without you? Where else can I be anonymously anyone and yet, have no anonymity at all?

A lot of people are on the internet searching for fifteen minutes of fame I've been on it so long and so often I'm looking for fifteen minutes of Freedom

I'm less amazed with your success and more with how you remain unaffected by what it brings with it.

The public loves to create a hero....Sometimes I think they do it for the sheer joy of knocking him down from the highest peak. Like a child who builds a house of blocks and then destroys it with one vicious kick.

So why was Kim Kardashian famous? Because she was very good at marketing herself, that was all - and today, that was enough. Corporations are now people and people are now products, known as "brands". At a time when the 1 percent was getting richer, the 99 percent was suddenly trying to Keep up with the Kardashians.

For the ancient Greeks, who lacked our social media, the only way to achieve mass duplication of the details of one's life in the apprehension of others was to do something wondrously worth the telling. Our wondrous technologies might just save us all the personal bother. Kleos is a tweak away.

I have been to lots of partiesand acted perfectly disgracefulbut I never actually collapsedoh Lana Turner we love you get up

I__ not too sure what the name of the song was that he was playing when I came in, but whatever it was, he was really stinking it up. He was putting all these dumb, show-offy ripples in the high notes, and a lot of other very tricky stuff that gives me a pain in the ass. You should__e heard the crowd, though, when he was _ished. You would__e puked. They went mad. They were exactly the same morons that laugh like hyenas in the movies at stuff that isn__ funny. I swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes though I was terri_, I__ hate it. I wouldn__ even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I__ play it in the goddam closet. Anyway, when he was _ished, and everybody was clapping their heads off, old Ernie turned around on his stool and gave this very phony, humble bow. Like as if he was a helluva humble guy, besides being a terri_ piano player. It was very phony__ mean him being such a big snob and all. In a funny way, though, I felt sort of sorry for him when he was _ished. I don__ even think he knows any more when he__ playing right or not. It isn__ all his fault. I partly blame all those dopes that clap their heads off__hey__ foul up anybody, if you gave them a chance.

Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

... so this is for us.This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and loveand this is for doing it even if no one will ever knowbecause the beauty is in the act of doing it.Not what it can lead to.This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playingand no one is around and they will never knowbut I will forever rememberand that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,and this is for you who write or play or read or singby yourself with the light off and door closedwhen the world is asleep and the stars are alignedand maybe no one will ever hear itor read your wordsor know your thoughtsbut it doesn__ make it less glorious.It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.Infinite.For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe inand only you can decide how much it meantand meansand will forever meanand other people will experience it toothrough you.Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.Through the way you walk and love and laugh and careand I never meant to write this longbut what I want to say is:Don__ try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountainwhere no one will ever hearand your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.Make your life be your artand you will never be forgotten.

I ought to be jealous of the tower. She is more famous than I am.