Keren Ann Quotes

Maybe I'm like acts of Congress or your favorite Chinese restaurant - you don't really want to know what's going on behind the door. I'm a real study in contrast, I expect, looking from without. But it adds up to what you get on stage.

To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.

Very few of us are what we seem.

From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.

It's very rare that people are exactly who they appear to be.

I tell people all the time, 'Don't be fooled, because I am a man by day.'

It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was a real mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was but one mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed and changed into itself over and over.

I realize that nothing's as it seems.

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

Masks are wonderfully paradoxical in this way: while they may hide the physical reality, they can show us how a person wants to be seen.

What lies behind appearance is usually another appearance.

Being is like pretending.

As a general thing, I've always been drawn to characters who appear to be one thing on the surface, but are actually something else underneath.

I often tend to think that things are not what they seem.

Everything you see is not always real.

The plays I choose to work on are about having masks. We all have masks in life, but there is a different inner life going on. The audience has to work hard to see what is going on. I love what is not on display.

Things are not always as they seem.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.

I think the fact that I look totally artificial, but I am totally real, has its own kind of magic in it.

Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.

Everybody thinks I'm this delicate little girl. But you can't tell a book by it's cover.' To which she added a momentary smile.

A woman I should like to think I know rather well and a woman I had always considered a mystery, are in fact the same person.

I am not what you see and hear.

People believe I am what they see Me as, rather than what they do not see. But I am the Great Unseen, not what I cause Myself to be in any particular moment. In a sense, I am what I am not. It is from the Am-notness that I come, and to it I always return.