“Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.”
“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.”
“My fear was not of death itself, but a death without meaning.”
“We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”
“Nobody's death is impending." ..."Well technically everyone's death is impending.”
“I like the masks; because the real face of the mask is again itself!”