Publicity is like poison; it doesn't hurt unless you swallow it.
There's too much insecurity on studio sets, with all the people standing around, whispering.
There is such a thing as bad publicity.
No matter where I go, I always feel unwanted eyes following me. It's a dirty world out there.
Justin Salinger showed up one day with a pink cowboy hat on and everyone else got really annoyed because somehow he'd managed to get the pink cowboy hat.
Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure. "It's either that of How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.
A witticism in an airport security line is like a Swiss tap - turn it on, and you instantly find yourself in hot water.
Walking into a room filled with people you don't know but who know you brings out your worst vulnerabilities.
Early on, I found the attention completely embarrassing. I'd cringe if I saw my picture on the cover of a magazine.
When they boo you, you know they mean you.
The places we'd play were full of bikers, brawlers, and drinkers coming off a day of work looking for a good time, and all these guys would be looking at me like Hannibal Lecter looking at his next victim.
I'm sorry that it was all so successful. I honestly didn't mean it to happen like that. It's hardly surprising that people grew to hate me.
I've got way more attention than I ever needed or wanted.
I couldn't think of anything worse than going to a fancy dress party. So, if somebody invited me to one, I'd go as the Invisible Man and not turn up.
When you focus the spotlight so much on one person, I think it's very, very dangerous.
Since that first showing of Foolish Wives I have seemed to walk through vast crowds of people, their white American faces turned towards me in stern reproof.
I went from a guy, kind of a working actor, a supporting player, to magazine covers and being offered the studio pictures really quickly. Nobody was comfortable with it. I wasn't really comfortable with it.
Negative attention was better than no attention.
I can't go anywhere without someone judging me.
I know people aren't sure about men who look like I do. People don't see the beard as a bit of hair. I've been shouted at, called some horrible names, and when I first came to Worcester I noticed people crossing the road to avoid me.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
I could be walking down the street one minute and get a handshake and then get spat on the next. I'm never sure whether to wear gloves or a helmet.
To be honest, I am not happy about all the publicity.
It's very dangerous to wave to people you don't know because what if they don't have hands? They'll think you're cocky.
Maybe I was unpopular a bit because I was a teacher's pet. But even the teachers complained about me. They would say to my parents, 'For every one question any pupil asks, Walter asks 10.'
