Hollywood can be a very stinging town. They say it's a forgiving business. It's not that forgiving.
I learned in the last few years that it's really unhappy and really unsustainable to try and base your well being on something as arbitrary as record sale and critical acclaim and the interests of the public. All of those things are so fickle. So my approach now to music is I want to make records that I love, and I hope that other people love them, then that's OK.
Hollywood is not known as a culture of grace. Dog-eat-dog is more like it. People love you one day and hate you the next. Personal value is very much attached to box office revenues and the unpredictable and often cruel winds of fashion.
When things go well, everyone talks well of you and vice versa. Unfortunately, football is like that.
The very nature of acting is one minute you're up and the next you're down; one minute you're in favour and the next you're forgotten. You go away and you come back again.
I'm famous today. People like me today. Might not like me tomorrow. You can't count on it.
Fashion is fickle, and I was published because I was fashionable. Because I was gay.
One minute, it seemed I had more movie offers than I could handle; the next - no one wanted me.
If you've been around as long as I have, watching the literary scene, then you know that who's in and who's out changes by the year. It's really a very fluid situation that requires that the person who is having the good luck now isn't having it a year or two from now.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die.
It's a tough world. One moment, you're the hottest thing; there aren't enough hours in the day - you can barely catch your breath. The next moment, it's all about how many Instagram followers you have.
