Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion

Paradise Lost is sometimes Heaven found.

We knew what was needed within 48 hours.