Marc Maron Quotes

I want them to forget me.

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

He is remembered chiefly as the man about whom all is forgotten.

The Egremonts had never said anything that was remembered, or done anything that could be recalled.

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

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

I've obviously got one of those faces that people can forget.

We could hang around for ten years and nobody would care enough to identify us. Therein lies the horror.

People tend to remember my performances, not me.

I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.

People will forget me pretty quick.

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 tell people all the time that it would be good if they forget about me next week, that they don't even mention my name anymore.

That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive.

My death will not be penciled on someone's calendar.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

Liberating but hard to remember we're just bit-parts in the lives of people we know, who care very little for our secrets

Retirement is a one-way trip to insignificance.

I shudder at the very thought of being born again into this world. Life to me . . . has been a monstrous, painful, agonizing affair, and the idea of repeating such an existence - even if better in a way - is horrifying to me. . . . I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.

I guess I'm going to fade into Bolivian.

I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do them? There are some things that should be forgotten by everyone, and never spoken of again.

She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Just when you begin thinking of yourself as memorable, you run into someone who can't even remember having met you

I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.