Marianne Elliott Quotes

A mask tells us more than a face.

Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.

Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.

No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of 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.

One goes on with the blithe belief that who you really are is transparent to everybody. Then you realise, with some horror, that in fact it's not. So all you can do is keep muddying the waters a bit.

When I've got all the makeup on and all the spit, polish and glue together, I look fine. But I know what I really look like, and I'm still that same little kid under there. I don't think I look that great. I think I did a good job of creating Morgan Fairchild. But I created her.

I'm nothing more than what you actually see, but I am also the complete opposite.

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

In our subconscious, we all know we're playing roles.

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

In photos, I don't know who the real me is - it's all pretend, just pretend. There's not much of myself in my work. If I'm looking in the mirror and I'm working, I'm looking at my make-up and my hair. It's not the same as looking at myself.

Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.

Although I know it's unfair I reveal myself one mask at a time.

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.

I am fascinated by that notion of people are never as they seem. And that doesn't make them good or bad. It's just we don't ever really show ourselves if we don't have to.

What matters is discovering myself under the veneer, under the layers that are wrapped around me. There are two 'yous'; there's 'you', the real you, and then there's the image.

I always see that there's a - from a philosophical point of view - there's the appearance of things that everybody wants you to think is happening, then there's the reality underneath it.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the 'fronts' people assume before one another's eyes, and the 'front' a writer puts on the face of reality.

Being is like pretending.

No one is ever who they purport to be.

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

I'm not acting, but I am acting.

We are all just little dolls of ourselves. Who occasionally pull back the curtains to reveal the real us.

Very few of us are what we seem.