People Are like Icebergs, You only really see the tip of them.

For myself I don’t like the geisha look. It’s like a mask.

When my turn on the program comes, I am not nervous at all—because all this is happening out of time, out of space. I am, for a moment, a figure of my own fantasy, and...

No…he lives to create art, but he loves to murder.

Taking care of yourself is being there for your kids, like how on a plane, they tell you to put on your oxygen mask first.

In a corner of my soul there hides a tiny frightened child, who is frightened by a corner where there lingers something wild.

If you choose to keep your true face secret, then the people who know you by one mask, must never meet those who know you by another.

In this world we are all pretenders, and Society is our game

He looked down at the mask hanging around his neck. So simple a lie, and he could walk freely throughout the world.But would he then be trapped within the web of his own deception? What...

All of us have ways in which we mask and cover our pain.

Tapping While Peeling, Back These Masks Stained With Stars…This Ashtrays My Heart, Colored In Filters Sucked Dry From The High, The Lipsticked & Famous, The Lovers The Haters, The Bent Or Those Who Live In...

It’s hard for a masked man to hide behind a mask when he isn’t wearing one.

Snakes hide in grass, people behind their lies.

In fact the “mask” theme has come up several times in my background reading. Richard Sennett, for example, in “The Corrosion of Character: The Personal Consequences of Work in the New Capitalism”, and Robert Jackall,...

We all wear masksto veil the truth.Truth is nakedness.Truth is fear.Truth is the gardener making you sit on his lapasking you tolight his cigarette.Truth is father— with a limp cigarette on his lips —telling you...

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn’t me. I’m no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

All too often, we mask truth in artifice, concealing ourselves for fear of losing the ones we love or prolonging a deception for those we wish to expose. We hide behind that which brings us...

How beautiful the tragic seems when it is beneath a mask, but when it appears so nakedly before me and… when I am so forcibly implicated… I don’t know whether I care for it so...

It is humiliating to realize that when you drive yourself underground, when you fake who you are, often you do so for people you do not even like or respect.

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

She represents something about the corporate world that repel me, some deep coldness masked as relentless cheerfulness.

PROPAGANDA (PROP-A-GANDER)An evil grin behind a smiling clown’s maskKamil Ali

Your silences remain; they are your biggest mask.

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!…Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and...

No one is as simple as they may seem to be.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do–to love and be loved

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed...