Quotes About Deception

Is—is Achren your mother?" Taran gasped and drew back fearfully. "Certainly not!" cried the girl. "I am Eilonwy

What if others-adults-had, upon becoming Twelves, received in their instructions the same terrifying sentence? What if they had all been instructed: You may lie?

Trademaster, he said..... Who is he? Claire asked again. He is Evil. I don't know how else to describe it. He is Evil, and like all evil, he has enormous power. He tempts. He taunts. And he takes.

It bothered him a little to lie about small things. But he always had; he had grown up lying, and he still found it strange that the people in this place where he now lived thought lying was wrong. To Matty, it was sometimes a way of making things easier, more comfortable, more convenient.

What if they had all been instructed: You may lie?

Mother and Father making their customary comments (and lies, Jonas knew) about the day.

And this was your friend? Cordelia raised her eyebrows. Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

Not all prisons are made of iron bars, some are made of feather beds.

The man who assumes everything is a lie is at least as mistaken as the one who assumes everything is true.

No, amusing me only, I wonder if they realize how they are used? Not a bit. They think they are the emperors of creation. Poor lambs. That's not how I'd describe them. I was thinking of animal sacrifice. Ah. That's closer.

How like a man, to change from mask to mask like a player, concealing all intention, yet leave his heart out on the table, carelessly, unregarded, for all to behold.

Truth is always War's first victim, the old saying went.

And whose fault was it that the boy swallowed down lies, when no one would feed him the truth?

Modern warfare wasn't supposed to have this much blood in it. The weapons were supposed to cook everyone neatly, like eggs in their shells. (Mark Vorkosigan's first experience with warfare, on seeing Miles Vorkosigan splattered before him)

It's so obviously bogus, no one will look for a second layer of, er, bogusity.

The gods give no gifts without hooks embedded.

All happy endings are ultimately an illusion created by stopping short.

If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I'm sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.

What, everyone knows of Royesse Iselle's clever secretary, the man who keeps his own counsel—and hers—the Bastion of Gotorget—utterly indifferent to wealth—" "No, I'm not," Cazaril assured him earnestly. "I just dress badly. I quite like wealth.

exactly what Commander Cavilo wants. It's why she shipped me back

they would make her own short body look like a dwarf dragging a curtain.

Haroche was crouched to the left of his old comconsole desk, just levering the vent grille out of the wall. In the opened flimsie-folder on the floor by his side lay another fiber filter. Miles laid a small bet with himself that they would find a disemboweled grille awaiting Haroche's return in one of the briefing rooms on a direct line between Illyan's old office and this one. A quick switch, very cool. You think fast, General. But this time I had a head start.

Miles sighed inwardly, wishing he could flood the entire pavilion with fast-penta. The haut were all so damned controlled, they looked like they were lying even when they weren't. "I wonder, haut Kety, if you would introduce me to Governor haut Slyke Giaja. As an Imperial relation of sorts myself, I can't help feeling he is something of my opposite number." The

He locked his cabin door behind him and stood against it, trembling, laughing in hysterical disbelief. Dammit, he'd studied everything about Naismith, everything. This couldn't be happening. With friends like this, who needs enemies?