Quotes About Deception

Realism...has no more to do with reality than anything else.

Maska ir ?r?j? paties?ba. Nevis t?p?c, ka atkl?j, kas aiz t?s sl?pjas, bet t?p?c, ka aiz t? nek? nav.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Jude, you can't really think I don't know it's you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Show your power by appearing powerless.

The disturbing thing about Cardan is how well he plays the fool to disguise his own cleverness.

He rises from the throne. "Come, have a seat." His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asks. "What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It's all yours.

The Folk doubtlessly learned this lesson long ago. They do not need to deceive humans. Humans will deceive themselves.

He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.

Cardan grins at me as though we've been great friends all our lives. I forgot how charming he can be--and how dangerous that is.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it.

It's shocking," he says, as though he's giving me some great compliment. "I know humans can lie, but to watch you do it is incredible. Do it again.

She looks honestly upset, but then, I've learned that I can't read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they're always lying.

I don't lie," I lied.

Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.

He looks every inch a spy from the Court of Shadows, down to the sneaky smile pulling at the corner of his beautiful mouth.

I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,' Cardan returns.

Some promises aren't worth keeping.

Faeries make up for their inability to lie with a panoply of deceptions and cruelties. Twisted words, pranks, omissions, riddles, scandals, not to mention their revenges upon one another for ancient, half-remembered slights. Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.

Memory is slippery. It bends to our understanding of the world, twists to accommodate our prejudices. It is unreliable. Witnesses seldom remember the same things. They identify the wrong people. They give us the details of events that never happened. Memory is slippery, but my memories suddenly feel slipperier.

He looks like the good boy he's never been.

Faerie might be beautiful, but its beauty is like a golden stag's carcass, crawling with maggots beneath his hide, ready to burst.