Quotes About Deception

Melodies are just honest. They can only be what they are. Words have the capacity for deception. They're all full of subtext, and some of them are cliche and overused and vernacular. They're tricky. All I can say is, words are tricky.

On the second verse of 'Tears to Snow,' I talk about rappers and the way they view me now, rappers in the underground world who I might've know for a little bit, or they might've opened a show for me. A lot of them talk crap about me behind my back, and they'll smile in my face.

Children know when they are being sold a sanitised version of the world, and I think that's a betrayal of the relationship between author and reader.

I was provided with additional input that was radically different from the truth. I assisted in furthering that version.

Scientology delivers what it promises under the guise of tearing away falsity, neuroses, psychoses. It creates a brainwashed, robotic version of you. It's a 'Matrix' of you, so you're communicating with people all the time using Scientology.

I was taken in by what might be called the Hard Times version of the Communists' advertising or recruiting technique.

Once they have been to bed together, they will have to find something else to conceal the enormous absurdity of their existence.

Mi sento pieno di malanimo vero questo piccolo presuntuoso così bugiardo; può darsi che sia dispetto: ero felice che mentisse agli altri ma avrei voluto che facesse un'eccezione per me: credevo che ci saremmo messi d'accordo come ladri in fiera sopra la testa di tutti questi morti e che avrebbe finito per dirla, a me, la verità!

Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be—and behind them . . . there is nothing.

My memories are like the coins in the devil's purse: when it was opened, nothing was found in it but dead leaves.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

I waved to everybody. Some of them even waved back. They knew me, had seen me go by before, always cheerful, a big hello for everybody. He was such a nice man. Very friendly. I can't believe he did those horrible things . . .

I poked at the white paper bag. There was nothing left inside. Just like me: a clean crisp outside and nothing at all on the inside.

A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.

The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.

Cualquiera puede ser encantador si no le importa mentir y decir todas las cosas estúpidas, obvias y nauseabundas que la conciencia suele reprimir en la mayoría de la gente. Por suerte, yo no tengo conciencia. Y las digo. -Dexter

Anybody can be charming if they don`t mind faking it.

In truth, I would have said anything to make LaGuerta take me to the rink. I wanted to go to the arena very badly. I wanted to see this body stacked in the net on the ice more than anything else I could think of, wanted to undo the neat wrapping and see the clean dry flesh. I wanted to see it so much that I felt like a cartoon of a dog on point, wanted to be there with it so much that I felt self-righteous and possessive about the body.

Dexter siempre aplaude el espíritu caritativo, por supuesto. Pero en general, soy tan partidario de él porque casi siempre constituye una señal de advertencia de que algo inicuo, perverso e inquietante está sucediendo detrás de la máscara de la Madre Teresa.

But she wasn't, and here she was again in the middle of a situation that called for fake smiles and bullshitting, two talents that were as alien to her as a Klingon mating dance.

Deborah looked at me with a frown, and I frowned back. What Alana said made sense, of course, especially to someone untroubled by human feelings, like I used to be. It was clinically cold reasoning, serpentine but clear, and that certainly fit what we were coming to know about Alana. And yet—something was wrong with it, whether it was the way she said it or something else, I couldn't say; it didn't quite add up for me.