Quotes About Fakery

embaucador italiano Tommaso Debenedetti, que durante años estuvo publicando en diarios de su país «entrevistas» con escritores, políticos, religiosos (incluido el Papa), que

If you're rude for television's sake, it ain't reality TV.

Reality TV is anything but.

We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

Before World War II, Modernist architects sometimes had to resort to custom fabrication or outright fakery to achieve the machine imagery advocated by the Bauhaus after its initial, Expressionist, phase. Stucco masqueraded as reinforced concrete; rivets were used for decoration.

Photoshop. The dog tag could

Do what works. That was the motto. Grab what you can when you can. That was the plan. It was not a golden age, as Mr. Twain had recently pointed out, but a cheap and flashy gilded one. A time of fakery and exuberant corruption, of patronage and cronyism and every species of shameless self-seeking. In such times, even honorable men give up trying to draw the line. It's different now, they always think. Everything is different now.

The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.

Tinsel town is full of liars, show-offs and spineless hypocrites.

Clinton's fakery was so deft and deeply ingrained that it was impossible to tell where it ended and the real Bill Clinton began. This constituted a kind of political genius.

She had on a large blond wig, bright pink lipstick and enough makeup on her cheeks to frost a cupcake or

There's a lot of thought in art. People get to talk about important things. There's a lot of sex, you know, in art. There's a lot of naked women and men, and there's intrigue, there's fakery. It's a real microcosm of the larger world.

This rap game is just WWF; everybody wants points off somebody else.

A delusion, a mockery, and a snare.

In the realm of fakery, I would choose 'Rock Band' over 'American Idol' or over any of the other flimsy truths masquerading as music.

Nothing you see on TV is real.

There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!

We must have humbug, we all like humbug, we couldn't get on without humbug.

Fakery is a vital currency in our social intercourse. That's not necessarily all bad. A lot of the time we pretend as a way of fortifying or easing connections. When we feign recognition, for example, or delight in seeing someone, or gladness to go out of our way, these are acts of goodwill. At best, pretense can be a form of kindness.

It's an Insta-bloody-gram world out there, baby, where everyone looks like they're having a good time except you. And it ain't true. Folks are desperate to put up photos of themselves having super fun on social media because their conscience knows those times don't last.

what elaborate lengths we go to fool ourselves)...

Rouge, also, had a peculiar function as caste-mark. It was applied with a heavy hand and in a circular pattern. It was worn most lavishly on the day of a woman's debut, when she was obliged to simulate the flush of the contrived orgasm bestowed by royal favour.

I fool everybody!

Conspiracy theories have been multiplying insanely for years now, ever more ridiculous and far-fetched. Chemicals in contrails. Anti-vaxxers. Climate-change deniers. And all those are almost precious compared to the toxic horror of the 9/11 and school-shooting truthers who reduce the worst nightmare of any parent's life to fakery, and rip the survivors' lives apart.