I got a little bit famous. I didn't like it.
As with the onset of sudden celebrity, for the newly rich, the world often becomes a darker, narrower, less generous place; a paradox that elicits scant sympathy, but is nonetheless true.
More than anything else, being famous just didn't agree with me.
Becoming famous is a strange thing in your own right.
I've never seen the allure of being famous, because I know what that's like. It's part of work.
I absolutely loved being famous. It was all great, up until the point when it wasn't.
Fame is like being at a party and getting invited into the cool room even the VIPs can't get into, then the even cooler, more exclusive room after that. Eventually, you end up in a cubicle on your own, asking, 'Am I having fun?'
I think that when you are famous every weakness is exaggerated.
