Quotes About Deception

being published. But I'd known Alan Conway for eleven years, or I thought I had, and I found it almost impossible to believe that he could have produced this, all four hundred and twenty pages of it. It was as if he was whispering to me as I lay there in the darkness, telling me something I didn't want to hear.

You must have been sickened when you got an invitation to a literary festival sponsored by Spin-the-wheel.com. I assume they were the same people who killed William.

It was very hard to tell when he was acting and when he wasn't – sometimes with unfortunate consequences

peering at the world with a malevolence that she wore like mascara.

This wasn't a house. It was a movie set. The art, the hardwood floors, the rugs, the grand piano, the Italian lighting and furniture

Mind you, she was a very sexy little piece … bloody attractive and the toast of the town. Everyone was talking about her. It was only when we got back from the honeymoon that I discovered she was totally self-obsessed and boring!

How it is the small lies and evasions which nobody sees or detects but which can come together and smother you like the fumes in a house fire.

The question sounded innocent but arrived like the twist of a knife.

Bad Boys was nothing less than a complete travesty of the truth. It turned my parents into the villains of the piece.

And before you interrupt me, Colin, you're probably one of them. He had you twisted round his little finger.

You wanted sex. You were cheating on your wife. And because of that, a child died.

I'm sure it was real but it resembled one of those cheap wigs worn by department-store mannequins, jet black and as glossy as nylon. It didn't seem to belong to her head.

garden where they used to live. She can't trust anyone. Raymond Clunes has just ripped her off. Her beloved son has pissed off and gone to America. She's got so few friends that after she was killed it took two whole days for anyone to notice she was dead and even then it was only the cleaner. It struck me from the start that she must have been pretty bloody miserable. And that's why she was thinking of doing herself in …

They think, always, that they are cleverer than they really are, that they have the ability to defeat the police, the rule of law, the very essence of society in order to achieve their ends.

Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go, McEwan's Atonement.

Hawthorne ignored this. 'Why did Akira Anno lie about being with you?' he asked. 'Having supper with an old friend, a publisher … you'd have thought there was nothing more innocent in the world.

Akira Anno is Mark Belladonna, isn't she! Mark doesn't exist.' He rounded on Akira. 'You wrote those stupid books.

I never believe everything anyone says.' 'Including me?' He smiled. 'Why would I believe someone who spends his entire life making stuff up?

Two women, both divorced, both with a grudge against the smooth-talking solicitor who had humiliated them.

She's gone, Dad. She was a total cow and she ruined our lives. Neither of us has to pretend any more.

You used me to get back at Grunshaw.' 'I thought you'd be pleased, mate. She's going to have egg all over her face. The Assistant Commissioner isn't going to be pleased.

I've been faking it all my life. I'm good at it.

I want to know when we arrive in international waters because that is when I intend to shoot you and dump you over the side." The Salesman smiled.

I didn't set fire to the building." "No, but you did pull it into the river." "That put the fire out!