Quotes About Fame

She was the Judy Garland of American poetry.

But those rare souls whose spirit gets magically into the hearts of men, leave behind them something more real and warmly personal than bodily presence, an ineffable and eternal thing. It is everlasting life touching us as something more than a vague, recondite concept. The sound of a great name dies like an echo the splendor of fame fades into nothing but the grace of a fine spirit pervades the places through which it has passed, like the haunting loveliness of mignonette.

Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.

I'm too young to die." "Yeah, and I'm too well known." -Droma and Han Solo

Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.

He questioned his monastic vocation as much as he embraced it. He desired solitude as much as he craved attention and affection from his brothers. He sought intimacy with others as much as he treasured his chastity. He battled with his religious superiors as much as he hoped to follow his vow of obedience. Most of all, he wished for fame and influence as much as he saw that humility was the foundation for a healthy monastic life.

Movie stars, concert stars, opera stars, fallen stars sparkled on and off.

The worse the author, the more he is known.

Reputations are made here as in Russia, on political respectability, or by commercial acceptability. The worse the author, the more he is known.

Decide very early on: do you want to be an actor or do you want to be famous? Because they're very different routes.

And LO and BEHOLD, I was on BOTH the six AND eleven o'clock newscasts! AND all the commercials, as well! ('Day of the drag queen at one area high school, controversy at six!') And it must have been a slow night because I was the SECOND PIECE of the night! The granny suicide bomber got the lead. BITCH! But I managed to beat out the president's pulled groin and day six of the Jessica Simpson chapped-lip crisis!

The story of Harold Ross, the New Yorker and me is a mere footnote to the story of our time, and we might as well face the truth that to researchers of the future, poking about among the ruins of time, we shall all be tiny glitters. But then, so are diamonds.

And here he was, the great one himself, scorching us all with his rays of glory.

She was surprised, in short, that athletes were not intellectual, for somewhere within her was still a notion that famous people must necessarily be brilliant in every way.

Yes, I once was the toast of two continents! (...Greenland & Australia).

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. I don't amount to the powder to blow me to hell. I've turned out to be nothing but a bit of flotsam.

Rubbish, we don't want to be happy, we want to be famous! (Lunkwill)

What are you after? ... Well, said Zaphod airily, It's partly the curiosity, partly a sense of adventure, but mostly I think it's the fame and the money....

it's partly the curiosity, partly a sense of adventure, but mostly I think it's the fame and the money . . .

So long as you can keep disagreeing with each other violently enough and slagging each other off in the popular press, and so long as you have clever agents, you can keep yourselves on the gravy train for life. How does that sound?

Lonely people want to be dead, yet we're still not quite ready to go—we don't want to miss the action; we want to see who wins next year's Academy Awards.

If life were fattening, Walter Cronkite would weigh 500 pounds.

Death hath a fairer fame than a life of toil.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.