Quotes About Publicity

Sophie thought about Frank's cock sometimes, how famous it was. Not as famous as his voice, sure, but famous in cock terms. Most cocks were seen by only a handful of people: Mom, Dad, creepy uncle, priest, bunkmates, and lovers. Frank's cock had been seen by thousands of showgirls. It was a well-known cock; more than well known, it was a star. Jesus, Frank's cock probably had anecdotes.

I think the measure of your success to a certain extent will be the amount of things written about you that aren't true.

They'll know we fucked." Her eyes widened. "Sex sells. Sex and murder? Sex and fire and a serial killer? Hell, the reporters will fight each other for coverage. In the past, no one knew about us.

In 2008, while the film version of my book 'Choke' was coming to market, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. That meant that I had to appear in public to promote a comedy about a son trying to save his dying mother - the plot of Choke - while privately I was caring for my own dying mother. It was torture.

The way I'm portrayed on the Internet is partly my doing, but it's partly the people that are presenting it so, you know, people come to know this strange version of a human. It can be pretty weird because people think I'm digging through dumpsters and smell like crap all the time.

I'm less shy now than I was as a kid. After Flight 1549, my family and I had to become public figures and more complete versions of ourselves. I had to teach myself to become an effective public speaker.

I was unwise enough to actually mention this in public a few times, and in fact to point out that there were two versions of the book now. One of them had somebody else's name on the cover, one had my name on the cover.

Advertising is the very essence of democracy.

When things go well, everyone talks well of you and vice versa. Unfortunately, football is like that.

When I was in England doing Romeo and Juliet as a child star, I was interviewed by the British press, who are even more vicious and cruel than the Americans. So I have been extremely guarded ever since.

Most of my movies get about a third raves, a third vicious attacks, and a third in-between.

What people often forget is that for the parties involved, the media game is a vicious contest.

It's unfortunate, I've been the victim of some Australian press.

Someone is always taking a video of me or snapping a photo.

I hardly ever get asked about music. I do, however, get asked about the 'Addicted to Love' video and my suits on a daily basis.

When I worry about privacy, I worry about peer-to-peer invasion of privacy. About the fact that anytime anything of any note happens, there are three arms holding cell phones with cameras in them or video records capturing the event ready to go on the nightly news, if necessary.

I've made a five-minute video on 'The Battering of Hillary Clinton.'

I live my life on TV - it's like a home video.

It's so hard to tell people I'm in a video game... just because I grew up with my dad being in a video game.

Obviously I know if you're putting yourself out there, saying, 'Hey! Listen to my music!,' with pictures of yourself in the magazines, then people are going to judge you. 'I hate her music. I hate her hair. I hate her production. I hate her videos.' Fine: don't care. That's the great thing about art: it's not for everyone.

People who make videos bashing other people are like people who run into a public square and scream into a pillow. They'll get attention, but they won't change anything.

Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian would have left little more than lipstick stains in their passing had it not been for the sex videos that lofted them into reality-TV notoriety. Once notoriety has warmed into familiarity, celebrity itself becomes one big 'Brady Bunch' reunion, or a therapy session with Dr. Drew.

I'm not the guy trying to be all up in the videos and be a celebrity. I feel like I'm going to lose a certain amount of my privacy if I do that.

I've been invited to appear on Letterman, but they wanted me to talk about a funny videotape of Congress. 'Bring us your outtakes!' That's not our job.