Quote by Patrick Dempsey
In Los Angeles, as I gained and lost celebrity, then gained it aga

In Los Angeles, as I gained and lost celebrity, then gained it again, I often found myself wondering why I, out of thousands like me, had become famous. – Patrick Dempsey

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I think dreams can come true, but not necessarily like fairy-tales. Its not always so perfect like that. – Patrick Dempsey

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The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing. – Leigh Hunt

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On the other hand, when I give it closer thought, I realize Im not enough of a dictator to conduct an orchestra because it requires a pretty awful person. When you read these biographies of famous conductors, they are all awful people who fail in their private relationships. – Eberhard Weber

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Going to New York to do whatever – show business – it just seemed fun. It seemed fun to go to the big city and meet all kinds of different people and maybe be famous. It was just exciting. So I wasnt scared. – January Jones

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I dont know about this thing – being famous. I havent figured it out yet. It still mystifies me. – Helen Slater

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