" truly this is one of the few advantages of being a star - or rather a former star, in my case: when you meet someone else and you arrive, as you might normally expect, at a point where you're both bored, even though neither of the two is precisely the cause of it, in some way by common agreement, it's always the other who bears the responsibility for it, who feels guilty for not having kept the conversation at a sufficiently high level, for not having known how to establish a sufficiently warm and sparkling atmosphere. This situation is comforting, and even relaxing as soon as one truly begins not to give a fuck. "

― Michel Houellebecq , The Possibility of an Island