Quotes About Disguise

In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is.

Wearing this kind of costume is not something I fantasize about. It's not natural, it's not comfortable. I don't see myself as this. But it gives you dramatic license to do almost anything when you're dressed as a bug.

Love often wears a mask in order to test loyalty.

Growing up poor, I didn't even have a lunch to take to school. Lunch was 26 cents, and we didn't even know what 26 cents looked like. I didn't love school because I wanted to disguise that I was poorer than everybody else.

I'm masquerading as an innocent pop star.

My beard is just an ongoing effort to hide my face as much as possible.

Before I saw 'Tootsie' with an audience, I thought, 'No one is going to believe this could convince anyone he's a woman.'

This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.

I like costumes. I am always dressing up - I'm very English like that.

I really miss wearing costumes and makeup.

A creep is someone who claims he's one thing but he's actually another.

I remember it when I used to go out, I used to dress as Superman, but then I used to dress as Superman dressed as Clark Kent. So, actually, I would be like a little seven-year-old boy going out in a business suit. But I would never expose the fact that I was Superman, but I knew, that should there be any trouble, I could take care of it.

The talk shows I've done are all radio for exactly this reason: I don't want to wear a rubber mask.

If Donald Trump and the Wicked Witch of the West had a kid, it would be Jayne-Anne. She looks like a librarian with some money and good taste in clothes but underneath the Verace, she's Godzilla with tits.

The third time you commit murder, you change into that extra shirt you brought along, the one that's not covered in blood, and you go out for a drink.

The furniture looks like it was stolen from the lobby of a fancy hotel trying to pass itself off as folksy.

Next you'll tell me that Mickey Mouse is just a guy in a costume.

Where is the best place to hide a penny? It is in a jar of pennies.

They all blur together these days—the smell of manure and buttered popcorn, urine and cotton candy, hay and innocence. He wrings his hands again and then stands up. Bob hobbles over to the corner, goosebumps rippling across his flesh, and he begins to wash off the cloud of white, his costume of the day, the way he is able to meander through any festive occasion with hardly a worry—balloons in hand, a smile on his face, knots twisting in his gut, blood filling his shoes.

So far I'm not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.

You can put on as many airs as you want, but in the end, that dress is the same as you: an old, cheap design dressed up to look like its worth more than it is.

Hey, how come you told those girls your name was Jet?" "Standard practice if you don't want chicks to find you later, Sage. Besides, I figured I was protecting our operation here." "Yeah, but why Jet? Why not . . . I don't know . . . Travis or John?" Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

I've seen this before." "A golden brick that turned into a deadly, rampaging puddle of molten metal?" I asked.

Tasha y yo debería invertir en máscaras en plan fantasma de la ópera