Quotes About Disguise

A wig is a wig is a wig.

I benefit from the Mr. Potato Head syndrome. Put a wig and a nose and glasses on me, and I disappear.

Even if I wore a hat and a wig, you can always tell it's me.

Once I have a wig on, I become a different person. You can't get Tierra back until the wig comes off.

I actually have a stash of wigs for Halloween. But only for that. Not to play dress-up.

I hate Halloween. I hate dressing up. I hate - I wear wigs, makeup, costumes every day. Halloween is like, my least favorite holiday.

I love wearing wigs because they're instantly transformational.

I just think that wigs and makeup and costumes completely transform me.

Wigs are horrible.

Wearing wigs don't work for all characters.

Since I think I am very boring in normal life, I tend to hide behind all these exciting characters, making people believe that I am someone else entirely. That feeling is very powerful.

I think there is always romantic tension between Lois Lane and Clark Kent.

Disguising your own origins is a deeply American impulse, but that doesn't make it any less compromising. The way I live my life is to try to foreground the tensions and paradoxes of being a white person who's interested in racial justice and reconciliation, rather than disguise or obliterate them.

I was Obi-Wan multiple years in a row. Alec Guinness' Obi-Wan. I was a Dalmatian once because I loved '101 Dalmatians,' and I think I was a Care Bear once and maybe a Spartan cheerleader from the 'SNL' skit. I'm terrible with Halloween, because I come up with these elaborate costumes and never follow through.

When I write a song, I always start on acoustic guitar, because that's a good test of a song, when it's really open and bare. You can often mislead yourself if you start with computers and samples and programming because you can disguise a bad song.

Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.

We're artists too, but we do a good job hiding it, don't we?

aunque yo sabía perfectamente que esa disposición era falsa, tan falsa como la mía, una disposición de apariencia alegre que escondía una sensación de vacío, de tristeza y desconsuelo ante nuestra propia reacción frente al vacío.

Under that smiling exterior," Casey said ominously as we took our seats, "lies the soul of a ruthless killer.

The next was a girl with her face and arms painted white, in a gown decorated with gilt to mimic golden thread. Gilded, too, was her crown of feathers and rooster heads, and in her hands a scepter that looked more like a feather duster.

Amber emerged from behind the screen. But it was not Amber who stood before her. Instead, it was a smudge-faced slave girl. A tattoo sprawled across one wind-reddened cheek. A crusty sore encompassed half her upper lip and her left nostril. Her dirty hair was pulling free from a scruffy braid. Her shirt was rough cotton and her bare feet peeked out from under her patched skirts. A dirty bandage bound one of her ankles. Rough canvas work gloves had replaced the lacy ones Amber habitually wore.

I never believed Jacob was human. But sometimes, like a lot of predators, he did a decent impression of one.

I look normal but i'm not

You thought we were the most outstanding students in our freshman class. You were wrong. We are pretenders.