I don't care what my agent said. I don't give interviews. It's a deal-breaker. Goodbye.
— The Reclusive Author, Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Toreador (revised)
It's been over one hundred years since I've spoken to the press. I've invited you here because I want you to help me tell my story...
— Zima, Love, Death & Robots: Zima Blue
One of the reasons I love Daniel Day-Lewis is I'm not even sure he exists off-screen.
Stan Lee: Hey, what's all the commotion out there Sol?
Sol Brodsky: Well, it's "Shy" Steve Ditko. He heard you're making a record and he's got mic fright—whoops, there he goes!
Stan Lee: Out the window again? Y'know, I'm beginning to think he is Spider-Man!
Sol Brodsky: Well, it's "Shy" Steve Ditko. He heard you're making a record and he's got mic fright—whoops, there he goes!
Stan Lee: Out the window again? Y'know, I'm beginning to think he is Spider-Man!
One of your works propelled you to brief, sudden fame. You heard that even the Captivating Princess said something offhand and complimentary about it at a salon. Gushing articles in the Gazette. Breathless flattery in the salons. You were showered with attention and gifts. You had admirers. How did you take to fame?
You withered and fled. Fame was never the goal. Celebrity only interfered with your work. You became a recluse, spurning the invitations and ignoring the doorbell.
You withered and fled. Fame was never the goal. Celebrity only interfered with your work. You became a recluse, spurning the invitations and ignoring the doorbell.
— Fifteen Minutes of Fame facet, Sunless Skies
