In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file But none has merited my fear And none has quite escaped my smile.

The greatest fear that haunts this city is a suitcase bomb nuclear or germ. Many people carry small gas masks. The masses here seem to be resigned to the inevitable believing an attack of major proportions will happen.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

I had a birthday one night on a farm we were shooting on. I walked into the tent and there were 150 people waiting for me all wearing masks of my face.