Worldly fame is but a breath of wind that blows now this way, now that, and changes names as it changes in direction.

We all have a contract with the public—in us they see themselves, or what they would like to be.

I’m afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery.

Those who know the joys and miseries of celebrities when they have passed the age of forty know how to defend themselves.

Fame is but the empty noise of madmen.

When I do a show, the whole show revolves around me, and if I don’t show up, they can just forget it.