Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.
The downside of my celebrity is that I cannot go anywhere in the world without being recognized. It is not enough for me to wear dark sunglasses and a wig. The wheelchair gives me away.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a god playing the fool.
I am looking for the one I can’t fool.
So you actually need spectacles,” Leo finally said. “Of course I do,” Marks said crossly. “Why would I wear spectacles if I didn’t need them?” “I thought they might be part of your disguise.” “My disguise?” “Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone’s identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family?
I beg of you... never assume an inner or an outer pose, never a disguise.
We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.
What is a Dixiecrat? A Democrat. A Dixiecrat is nothing but a Democrat in disguise.
A diploma is a dunce hat in disguise.
Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
The weeping of an heir is laughter in disguise.
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
You should bear in mind that almost all my documentaries are feature films in disguise.