Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.
For a long time he had been white smoke. He did not realize that until he left the hospital, because white smoke had no consciousness of itself. It faded into the white world of their bed sheets and walls; it was sucked away by the words of doctors who tried to talk to the invisible scattered smoke... They saw his outline but they did not realize it was hollow inside.
There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
When someone is looking at me, I feel they are looking at someone standing behind me, not at me.
There have been points in my life as an artist where I have wanted to capture people's attention, probably to compensate for times when I felt invisible.
She understood what it was like to stand right in front of people you loved, even though they could not see you.
I've been, for want of a better phrase, a supporting actress so much of my life.
