For me, the only thing I had to look forward to was the ring because my personal life wasn't doing that great, so my fake life was what I was holding onto.
I don't like to act because my life is a pantomime anyway.
Some people fake their death, I'm faking my life.
I refuse to have a life partner who spends his days pretending to be on a BBC show.
If thinking minds, questioning minds, doubting minds, are talking about faith, their whole life will become fake.
Over a long period of time, living as if you were someone else is no fun.
How could she have believed such an artificial life as the theatre was suitable?
I think you either live a real life or you live a weird celebrity pseudolife.
As such, anything is always possible, even if your protagonist is a plumber. But it's the possibility, the limitless possibilities, of any fake life, that make writing about it so challenging.
Hollywood has nothing to do with real life.
Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.
Some girls get swept up in the lifestyle - clubbing and partying with celebrities. You can't live your life like that, though. It's fake.
The influence of social media is unbelievable. It's sad to see - it's a fake life that some people live.
You've always lived a life of pretense, not a real life-- a simulated existence, not a genuine existence. Everything about you, everything you are, has always been pretense, never genuine, never real.
I'm only 13, so I can't say "life experiences." So, basically, I had to... act! I had to make up character that is very old. I guess that's why they call it acting - you do draw from some stuff in your life, I guess, but it's not real life. You have to fake it.
My life is fancy dress, so I prefer not to do it in my spare time.
After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life.
Melodrama is something that is created... I don't seen a melodramatic episode of '90210' or any show that relies on that and think, 'Oh, that's life. That's how I experience it.'
where the dead walked and the living were made of cardboard.
Insincerity in a man's own heart must make all his enjoyments, all that concerns him, unreal; so that his whole life must seem like a merely dramatic representation.
