Sam Neill Quotes

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

To be remembered at all is an achievement of sorts.

Just to be remembered is good enough for me. Lots of people are forgotten.

People will forget me pretty quick.

To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten.

Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.

I try to keep myself as normal as possible. Stardom is transient. People forget you after a while.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

I would like to be forgotten. What's so good about being remembered?

Total oblivion is the fate of almost everything in this world. I'm very likely to suffer that same fate; my work will probably not be remembered, and if any of it is, if any of those novels is fated to be one of those novels that is still being read 50 or 100 years after it was written, I've probably already written it.

Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities.

The actor's popularity is evanescent; applauded today, forgotten tomorrow.

For famous men have the whole earth as their memorial.

Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

In Hollywood, you can live alongside very famous but still incredibly boring people. I've never wanted to be immortal. Even if nobody remembers me after my death, it's still okay with me.

I always felt that one needs to be remembered long after one has gone.

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

How idle a boast, after all, is the immortality of a name! Time is ever silently turning over his pages; we are too much engrossed by the story of the present to think of the character and anecdotes that gave interest to the past; and each age is a volume thrown aside and forgotten.

As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land; but the fame that comes after is oblivion.

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.

To have a statue of you up 100 years from now at the Superdome, I think that's amazing.

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

Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals in thus offering up testimonials of their respect for persons of whose very names posterity is ignorant?