Quotes About Deception

Like the street his gallery was on, Fortin had an attractive front, hiding quite a foul interior. He was opportunistic. He fed on the talent of others. Got rich on the talent of others. While most of the artists themselves barely scraped by, and took all the risks.

the police were not the evil ones. The snake was already here.

So who was the fox?" "The cunning one who convinces the others that someone innocent is actually guilty. Blaming the victim.

The lion, while nominally in charge, had actually been taken in by the fox.

She's a triumph of image over reality. I'm not even sure if she knows what reality is anymore, she's so busy creating this image of herself.

If the first victim of war was the truth, some of the first victims of a murder investigation were people's lies.

The book was called How to Lie with Statistics.

No one was who they seemed. Everyone was more.

There've been times I've been mad enough to kill, and may have, had I known I would get away with it.' 'What made you that angry?' Clara was astonished. 'Betrayal, always and only betrayal.

near enemy. It's a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other's sick, twisted.

He was like Pinocchio. A man made of wood, mimicking humanity. Shiny and smiling and fake. And if you cut into him you'd see rings. Circles of deceit and scheming and justification. It's what he was made of. That hadn't changed.

Lies, damned lies, and statistics?

People believe what they want to believe. Beginning with their own lies." "Hell is the truth seen too late," said Reine-Marie as she poured out more coffee. "Thomas Hobbes.

She was scared to death. She was killed by her beliefs. By someone taking advantage of them.

Irenée Calfat was a potter. She took hunks of clay and turned them into exquisite works. She'd pioneered a new way to glaze her works and was now sought out by potters worldwide. Of course, after they'd made the pilgrimage to Irenée Calfat's studio in St Rémy and spent five minutes with the Goddess of Mud, they knew they'd made a mistake. She was one of the most self absorbed and petty people on the face of this earth

cobrador costume. A costume that

Attachment masquerades as Love,

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?

There are three couplings,' said Myrna, herself leaning forward now, and whispering though she didn't know why. 'Attachment masquerades as Love, Pity as Compassion and Indifference as Equanimity.

Often what seemed obvious was not a fact, or even the truth.

Nothing I ever gave was good for you,' quoted Gamache. 'It was like white bread to a goldfish.' Beside him Ruth Zardo stiffened, then in a low growl she finished her own poem. 'They cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their fault.

So unusual was it for someone to actually think on the witness stand. They answered clear questions by telling the rehearsed truth, or a preplanned lie. But they rarely actually thought.

It's always struck me as funny that guys with scars get a reputation for being hard. It's the ones that cut them you should be looking out for, right?

I warn you that when the princes of this world start loving you it means they are going to grind you up into battle sausage.