Every profound spirit needs a mask.
To dye oneself with paints in order to have a rosier or a paler complexion is a lying counterfeit.
In the 18th century, if women wanted to travel and they dressed as a man, people would not look twice. Your clothes said everything. Also there were masters and servants swapping clothes. You could be anything, your clothes told everything!
We [Blacks] wear the mask that grins and lies It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
In the '80s, I wore these glasses because I was trying to look like a square to outsmart the po-po, you feel me? It was what we call 'throw off methods.' So I wear little glasses.
The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.
If I venture into the water in a bikini, the sight of my melanin-deficient Michigan belly might attract beluga whales. Sure, I could secretly live among them and learn their ancient ways, but I couldn't keep that kind of ruse up forever.
He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.
The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool.
All dress is fancy dress, is it not, except our natural skins?
Every day each of us wakes up, reaches into drawers and closets, pulls out a costume for the day and proceeds to dress in a style that can only be called preposterous.
The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf.
