“Who needs a face when the masks in life are endless?”
“That boy hardly needed a mask when his naked face was already impenetrable.”
“It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was areal mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was butone mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed andchanged into itself over and over.”
“There is a life behind the personality that uses personalities as masks. There are times when life puts off the mask and deep answers unto deep.”
“But sometimes when you wore a mask for a very long time, it became your face.”
“I like the masks; because the real face of the mask is again itself!”