When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it...

I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

I cannot marry the facts of William Shakespeare to his verse: Other men had led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man is in wide contrast.

We fake perfect so others don't have to experience any unpleasant realities, because their life is just as fake as ours.

When you fake emotion for a living, when you make your money providing fantasies for other people, tuning into their worlds and indulging them, you don't invite someone into your world very easily.

Fear that I was very different from everyone else. Fear that deep down inside I was a shallow fraud, that after the revolution or after Jesus came down to straighten everything out, everyone from hippies to hard-hats would unfold and blossom into the beautiful people they were while I would remain a gnarled little wart in the corner, oozing bile and giving off putrid smells.

some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

Of all individuals, the hated, the shunned, and the peculiar are arguably most themselves. They wear no masks whatsoever in order to be accepted and liked; they do seem most guarded, but only by their own hands: as compared to the populace, they are naked.

There is a 100% assurance that what your friend's enemy tells you about your friend is false. What your failure tells you about your passion is fake. Don't give up!

The mind is the laboratory where products, both fake and genuine are manufactured. People grow wild weeds, others grow flourishing flowers!

We are not as some people like to assume nowadays 'just being real' by embracing passively the sinful, fallen versions of ourselves. Quite the opposite really: our true selves were, from the beginning, intended to resemble the example which was then set by Christ Jesus; hence God wants to restore us to how we would have been had original sin never once befell.

Fake friends; those who only drill holes under your boat to get it leaking; those who discredit your ambitions and those who pretend they love you, but behind their backs they know they are in to destroy your legacies.

When you don't understand how to make a good use of something, you will abuse that thing.

Authenticity is hard to fake