Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.
Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.151, Anchor

Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.