Quotes About Deception

FAUSTUS. To have fooled the philosopher. MAGUS. One finds, in my profession, sir, the greater the intellect, the more ease in its misdirection. FAUSTUS. One finds the same in mine.

All drama is about lies. When the lie is exposed, the play is over.

the Great Actor, capable of bringing herself to tears, may extort our admiration for her "accomplishment," but she will never leave us stronger; she has made us pay a price, and made us pretend we like it, but we leave the theatre moved only by our capacity to be moved.

The whole entire world. There is no law. There is no right and wrong. The world is lies. There is no friendship. Every fucking thing. Every God-forsaken thing.

It's not a lie. It's a gift for fiction.

Misleading the ABC is not quite the same as misleading the parliament as a political crime.

The writer must then see that once the protagonist lies, either to herself or to others-the lie will create its own repercussions, its own penalties and circumstances of revelation...A simple principle therefore is to create situation where the protagonist is forced to lie.

To devise situation where the protagonist is force to tell a lie, a useful figure for the writer is the Devil. Like the Devil, the author actively searches for flaws in a protagonist's character and seeks to exploit these flaws...As an author, your job is to find ways of exposing the lies of your protagonist.

Murderers don't even know that murder happens.

isn't it possible that advertising as a whole is a fantastic fraud, presenting an image of America taken seriously by no one, least of all the advertising men who create it?

All I do is lie, and that has made me immune to compliments.

Snowball just leads elves on, elves and Santas. He is playing a dangerous game.

Watching him was like opening the door to a siniging telegram; you know it's supposed to be entertaining, but you can't get beyond the sad fact that this person actually thinks he bringing some joy into your life. Somewhere he had a mother who sifted through a shoe box of mimeographed playbills, pouring herself another drink and wondering when her son would come to his senses and swallow some drain cleaner.

Like most seasoned phonies, I roundly suspect that everyone is as disingenuous as I am.

Adrienne started teaching a few months ago in Denver and wrote that it leaves you with a constant feeling of deceiving people. That you know nothing they don't, or couldn't learn on their own if they cared to.

I've always like to think that before killing myself I'd take the time to really mess with people. By this I mean that I'd leave them things, and write letters, nice ones, apologizing for my actions and reassuring them that there was nothing they could have said or done to change my mind.

Every clue was italicized with a burst of surging trumpets, and under questioning, the suspects snapped like toothpicks, buckling in less time than it took to soft-boil an egg.

Watching him was like opening the door to a singing telegram: you know it's supposed to be entertaining, but you can't get beyond the sad fact that this person actually thinks he's bringing some joy into your life.

And the scariest thing—a superintelligent AI would be smart enough to hide what it was until it was too late.

A lie is a lie even if everyone believes it. The truth is the truth even if nobody believes it.

Es fácil engañar a las madres cuando ellas quieren ser engañadas.

The other side's version," Kolokoltsov thought. Even here, he's not willing to call it "the truth." Whoever said truth is the first casualty of war damned well knew what he was talking about!

The bigger the lie, apparently, the more likely the uninformed were to accept it

liars ultimately destroy the things they lie to protect, and corruption, ambition, and betrayal inevitably betray themselves, as well.