I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
I'm actually beginning to believe that there is something in common among all of my characters. I'm not sure what it is exactly. But I guess that something is me.
We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.
We are only falsehood, duplicity, contradiction; we both conceal and disguise ourselves from ourselves.
I have been a conspirator for so long that I mistrust all around me.
At one time, I was very angry. I even treated fashion like a kind of crusade: you were either with us or against us, that kind of feeling. Now I know we need ideas, not kicking down a door.
I believe that we were meant to live as social creatures, to reach out and bless each other's lives.
They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy.
I just think that for a lot of people - not to take the focus off of myself - that feeling of imminent dread, like a cloak of black dust, was always around me.
Word - that invisible dagger.