Quotes About Deception

They tell you drink makes you happy, but what they mean is it makes happy folk happier. They don't tell you that it makes unhappy folk more fucking unhappy than ever.

No strength like looking weak.

One minute you think you're the most powerful man in the world. The next you can't even breathe by yourself. Some kinds of power are nothing but tricks of the mind.

A man who's moved by grovelling will never get enough grovelling for his taste.

When it comes to virtue, after all, appearances are everything.

Power is a bloody mirage. The closer you seem to get the further away it is

There's a lot of revisionist history that goes on these days about Iraq.

flinching, Santiago pulled the gun out of the backpack and shot the man in the chest several times. The blood bags under the "dignitary's" shirt erupted, and he dramatically collapsed to the ground. Silver almost immediately appeared on the scene and had Santiago close his eyes. The stuntman made a hasty exit as Silver then brought

John Correli: Did you kill Mr Boz, Miss Tramell? Catherine: I'd have to be pretty stupid to write a book about killing and then kill him the way I described in my book. I'd be announcing myself as the killer. I'm not stupid.

When all is said and done, there is no shortcut to Nirvana. But in this narcissistic age of instant gratification and swift solution, the great deception of channeling is that we may glide effortlessly back to the Godhead. All we have is pay our money, take our seats and dream on as loving discarnates lead us to enlightenment. Why, the Big E. is just around the corner and anyway - didn't you know? - we are God.

I'm not quite Machiavellian enough to set him up, but if he strays too close to the edge I might give him a nudge.

The Devil and woman have been allies against God from the beginning, ever since Satan first came to the first man in the form of a snake and whispered to Adam that true happiness was not to be found in prayer but in Eve's cunt.

People would believe almost any awful thing their private devil told them.

It was bad enough that she had been so utterly convinced he had a brilliant mind, but much worse to discover he was convinced of it, too, and on such thin evidence. It

What frightened him was not the thought that he was a prisoner of Charlie Manx but that for a moment he had forgotten he was a prisoner. For a moment he had been admiring the light and feeling almost happy.

Vic just laughed at that, didn't bother to tell him she had pulled his cell phone apart and shoved it in the garbage the day before. He took her in his arms, held her in his bearish embrace. He was a big man, glum about being overweight, but he smelled better than any guy she had ever met. His chest smelled of cedar and motor oil and the outdoors. He smelled like responsibility. For a moment, being held by him, she remembered what it had been like to be happy.

Jude collected them in almost exactly the same way the Pied Piper had collected rats, and children. He made melodies out of hate and perversion and pain, and they came to him, skipping to the music, hoping he would let them sing along.

Ig laughed at that. The things people said. The effortless way they lied, to others, to themselves.

The boulder they had been standing on wasn't a boulder.

Lawrence Block called Telling Lies for Fun and Profit

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.

The thing I'm hung up on is the idea of seeing something real. I don't think most people feel half the things they pretend to feel.

She was saying he wasn't like the children in Christmasland. She was saying he was still himself. But Charlie Manx had said something different. Charlie Manx said blood didn't come out of silk. Tabitha

It was entirely possible, she saw now, for them to have their cake and rape and murder it, too.