Quotes About Fake

We use criticism as a fake participation.

But she was Barbara Monroe, of Chicago, Illinois. She had attended a big-city high school, Mather. A big school in a big city was easier to fake than a small one, because anyone could be forgotten in a big school.

Marilyn smiled back, a fake smile. The same one she had given to her mother all those years. You lifted the corners of your mouth toward your ears. You kept your lips closed. It was amazing how no one could tell.

Del Toro wearing sculpted and molded gelatin makeup, including fake hair and acrylic dentures and gums.

Okay. Good joke. That's obviously a fake name. Because I'm an expert on Lamont Cranston, aka the Shadow. And there's no way that's a real person.

Id rather have a fake smile than a nasty stare.

The first time I ever met Stephen King, he came up to me, and we went to shake hands, and he had, like, this fake rubber rat that he kind of, you know, shook at me. You know, and I said, 'No, this is a cliche - this can't be. Stephen King is trying to scare me with a fake rat?' It was just really weird.

manufactured bonhomie

They're a bunch of stickers. But it doesn't make any sense. What's the point?" "I know," said Serge. "I couldn't believe it myself when I first saw them. What a country! What an economy! Hopelessly fake bullet holes you stick all over your car to make sure everyone knows you're not getting laid.

I've decided that I am totally against jewelry. So I have all fake. There's no reason to have real diamonds. People think it's real anyway.

That's what so many people didn't understand about life. The real world is the one within the walls of homes; the outside world, of careers and politics and money and fame, that was the fake world, where nothing lasted, and things were real only to the extent they harmed or helped people inside their homes.

Fred! the nurse said, though they had never met. How are we today? Reading the nurse's name tag, Mr. Bennet replied with fake enthusiasm, Bernard! We're mourning the death of manners and the rise of overly familiar discourse. How are you?

I was a terrible believer in things,but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith,or if there was such a place,or even what the word faith meant, in all of it's complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbelieer in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

I was a terrible believer in things, but I was also a terrible nonbeliever in things. I was as searching as I was skeptical. I didn't know where to put my faith, or if there was such a place, or even precisely what the word faith meant, in all of its complexity. Everything seemed to be possibly potent and possibly fake.

Possible controversy for the Obama campaign: Republicans are now accusing Barack Obama's campaign of voter fraud because some of the people they've registered sound like they have fake names. Apparently, the fakest-sounding name is Barack Obama.

The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability that yours is a fake.

Let my lusts be my ruin, then, since all else is a fake and a mockery.

No scorn like the scorn of an aging queen for a pretty girl with a crap fake DL.

It's always fun to put fake celebrities in unlikely situations, but somehow it's even more fun when politicians are involved.

I, Tonya' is definitely a calling card for people in the industry to acknowledge who I am or the basis on which I can perform and take characters who could be absurd or fake or unrealistic or obnoxious and try to give some depth and humanity to them.

And besides, I'm so in Dutch with my neighbors here that I thought that was better than getting them all upset with what might be a fake bomb scare where they'd have to clear out the whole neighborhood.

I wanted to learn how to blog, so I was playing around with Wordpress and Typepad and Blogger, starting all these different blogs just to learn how these things work. I had a fake Sergey Brin blog, an anonymous, fake Ph.D kind of blog. I did it for, like, I don't know, six weeks, and the Steve Jobs one just caught on.

I've had an ongoing fantasy about being interviewed on, like, a '60 Minutes'-type show about this really inspiring woman that can do anything with a fake leg. And then the camera pans out, and I'm just holding a mannequin leg.