Quotes About Deception

Honesty was often just a way of being cruel.

We have built so many toxic constructs, we cannot see through the latticework. We have built so many mirrors, there are no windows to shatter.

Sometimes I feel as if we live in hell and don't even realize it. The lacerations are endless. The lies we accept, the rituals we perform. All these useless acts.

My mind made them into insects, because my mind wanted stories it could understand, stories that would not frighten it. But still I knew my mind was tricking me, and for a second I loved my mind for the deception.

If I were you, I would never tell ugly stories about ingenious ways of killing people, for you never can tell but that someone at the table may be tired of his or her nearest and dearest.

The map had been the first form of misdirection, for what was a map but a way of emphasizing some things and making other things invisible?

You don't know this, 'cause you're too young," came the usual lecture, "but the politicians run all the big scams. Government's the thief of all time. That's why it tries so hard to catch thieves - it doesn't like the competition

All I could think was, The psychologist lied to us, and suddenly the pressure of her presence far above, guarding the entrance, was pressing down on me in an intolerable way.

She had a nice laugh, even when she was using it as a weapon against him.

La memoria es engañosa porque está coloreada por los acontecimientos de hoy.

se hacía la dormida.

Los veíamos al pasar, haciendo como si no los viéramos, con

Ya sabes que tengo miedo y que por eso traiciono...

The business friend did not recognize the sewerman, which was not surprising as the man's face was no more than a shining turd.

Which is better, truth that is a lie or the lie that is truth?

It was neither German nor Jew who ruled the ghetto - it was illusion.

Some events do take place but are not true; others are, although they never occurred.

behind the shutters, our friends of yesterday were probably waiting for the moment when they could loot our homes.

Half of the things are as they seem. The other half, who knows. This has always been true.

Nobody knows what goes on in other families, because families lie about themselves to other people. Not only to other people but to one another. And to themselves.

I should have said "powder room." That would evoke the image of me sitting before a beautiful gold mirror, a vase of fresh flowers nearby, freshening my makeup, rather than sitting on a toilet.

feels that everything that just happened between them is a pretty illusion, a ride on a carousel. Here is his world: Sadie.

I made him ricotta pancakes with pecan syrup for breakfast. And he ate them, knowing he'd be dumping me right afterward. What kind of person does that?

Oh, he might still be half-seas over, but he wasn't so bosky that he couldn't discern a feminine shape that begged to be explored- though she was obviously doing her best to hide it beneath the plain gown she wore. She might even be a proper bit, if it weren't for the path of ruined crockery in her wake. That spoke of an impulsive and passionate nature. A dangerous mix in a pretty miss that begged to be unleashed in a different way. Say, in a man's bed.