Ron Cephas Jones Quotes

These days I have to be extra nice in stores. It never fails that whenever I look as bad as I can possibly look or I am sort of cranky because the store is out of something, that is precisely the time when someone one will recognize me and say: 'I really like your show.'

The toughest part for me is the city - the people. They've got burgers named after me in Orlando, they've got a Web site saying, "Please stay." I love the people in the city. I've literally sat on the bench with a towel on my head crying, because I feel the passion in the stands.

I was at a restaurant in Glasgow, and I was walking down the stairs. A woman passed me and said, 'Oh my God, what are you doing here?' I didn't know who she was, and I was like, 'Sorry?' She goes, 'Oh no, sorry, I follow you on Twitter. I just didn't expect to see you here.'

I have had fans make me the big picture collages of the photo books; I have had fans send me birthday cakes... sing to me on my voicemail. I have had fans flash me. I have had older fans give me their bras and underwear onstage.

To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends, and now I'm in Forever 21 and I see this random group of girls staring at me and taking pictures. But now I usually have my dad, who is a really tall and intimidating person with me, so he's kind of my bodyguard.

In our society, everyone wants to be a celebrity overnight.

Are you kidding? This is crazy, man. I thought I was Mr. Pre-Televised awards.

I don't shop. I buy things that inspire me, that give me emotion.

Any entertainer who tells you that the adoration of fans is not a heady experience probably never had the experience.

I haven't been recognized out in public or anything. The strangeness of celebrity has been relegated to Twitter, which is kind of manageable.

Pretty good, you know it's nice when you get people coming up to you saying 'Can I have a photo or an autograph'; it's a compliment, I think.

Someone enjoys your batting, and someone, your humour. Since I'm not batting any longer, I can at least say some words, so people enjoy and give me compliments, too.

If I'm in the airport, people will come up and just hug me because they feel like they can - and that's the greatest. They just want to hug because some place, some memory in their lives, I meant something to them.

I always remember when I first started out and first became a little bit famous, I went to a celebrity party. For me it was really intimidating.

Fans like to give me things they think Miranda would like.

A couple of weeks after the Olympics, I thought I'd pop down to my local supermarket and do some grocery shopping. One person came up to me in the frozen food aisle, and that was it. I was mobbed, and I had to leave my shopping. Now, I either shop online or go very late at night when the supermarket's nearly empty.

At a gig in Liverpool I had this lady give me 21 cup cakes she had made herself. It's not really rock'n'roll is it? Tom Jones gets pants thrown at him and I get given fairy cakes.

Walking down the street, it's a humbling feeling. Everyone stopping you for photos and autographs, it's real humbling.

I love the attention. I love how I am so loved by the people, especially the girls.

I always question whether people are going to know who I am, and I'm always blown away by the love and reaction I receive.

It's really cool to feel wanted by the fans.

The thing is, if one person recognises you and takes a picture, then four other people who don't even know you want to do the same.

The only way to be turned off to being famous is to be famous. And I only have like a tiny, tiny bit of that, and I'm already disgusted by it. But I realize that the only way to be disgusted by fame is to be famous, because otherwise it looks amazing. Then people stop you on the street, and it's like the most annoying thing in the world. The first time it happened it's great, and then the second time you have to shake somebody's hand.

They swoon over Tom, who preens for them, bowing, which sets them to blushing and giggling. God help us all.

In fame's temple there is always a niche to be found for rich dunces, importunate scoundrels, or successful butchers of the human race.