When I walk down the boardwalk, people stop me and say, 'Oh, your house is the one that glows.'
I enjoy countless hundreds pursuing me. I love those who love me the most. I am sort of flattered by men showing attention to me.
People on the street comment on how handsome I am. You know, people stop and say how angular my face is.
I didn't get recognized a whole lot at first, but all of a sudden it just started happening. People would look at me out of the corner of their eye, deciding whether or not they were going to come up to me!
People who love the applause should have it, but I don't care for it.
I can't walk down the street anywhere in the world without being stopped. It can be an interruption, but on the whole, it's flattering.
Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
