Quotes About Obscurity

Things that are unknown attract us.

You do think, if you have your druthers, 'I want to sort of be, not anonymous, but unknown'. But you don't have your druthers in life, do you?

An abiding preoccupation for me is how much of our lives are invisible and unknown by other people, like the Chekhov story 'The Lady With the Little Dog.'

My favorite unknown movie is 'The Comic.'

Most writers are drawn to what is unknown, rather than what is clear in any tale.

Sometimes I get a little exhausted by shows or movies that are constantly throwing famous people on. And I find it so much more exciting to not have that when I'm watching something. I think it allows you to get more lost in something and also to bring more attention to more unknown or less recognizable people.

I went from unknown to having no anonymity.

That's always been my interest - things of the unknown.

Like everyone else, when you start out you must begin from a position of being completely unknown. No option.

Many men and women enjoy popular esteem, not because they are known, but because they are not known.

You're the most unknown famous man I ever met

Excellence in obscurity is better than mediocrity in the spotlight.

I do like to fly under the radar. When I walk around town, the only people I want to recognise me and call me by my name are the folks at Starbucks.

I entirely agree with you about the obscurity of Mrs Browning's line about the stars. It is far-fetched. She wanted to express something which she found beyond expression.

You start realising as you get older that there are some kids who don't know who you are.

Nobody knows me, and I hope that it stays like this.

Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.... Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

In the end, no one knew what caused madness.

High culture is paranoid about sentiment, but human beings are intensely sentimental. And if art doesn't speak language that's acceptable to people, it relegates itself to obscurity.

Forsake the world and cling to the shadows.

For wherever mystery serves as a foundation, only ruins may be erected.

Two tiny corpses, one male and the other female, rattle around that enormous closet in my bedroom. Though deceased, still they are quick enough to hide themselves whenever I need to enter the closet to retrieve something.

Perhaps one of the walls to such a room would have built into it a sliding panel that could be opened only from the other side. And next to that room would be another room that was unfurnished and seemed never to have been occupied. But leaning against one wall of this other room, directly below the sliding panel, would be some long wooden sticks; and mounted at the ends of these sticks would be horrible little puppets.

You see how I live: shadows and silence, leaving things as I find them because I have no reason to disturb them. But there are things that I have known, even though I never wished to know them and cannot give them a name.