Quotes About Deception

As a child I liked to piss on the carpet. The carpet rotted and I blamed it on the dog.

A - Il n'y a pas de secrets M - Il n'y a que des aveugles

I lied for you and that is why I cannot love you.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.

Who seems a harmless fool to those above him is a malevolence to those beneath.

There are no memories, just artifacts. And they're all lying.

The most likable person you know just might be a sociopath.

A tip for you-Little Miss Innocent routine only works when there's a credible belief that innocence is possible.

I thought you said he was your twin?" "Under that hair and beard, he is.

It's all kind of a big illusion: the white picket fence and the perfect marriage and the kids. Check that box off, check that box off, and move forward.

Why do you think people cheat?," I asked. "Because they're bored? Because they can? Because they're selfish and think they're entitled to anything they want? Because they don't think they'll get caught?

I suppose she was pretty-at least everyone seemed to think so-but her mouth was small and ungenerous, and her eyes was hard. Her voice was high-pitched and always rather breathless, and she lisped slightly. The quality of her voice was childlike, innocent, and that was a deception worthy of the Serpent in Eden.

There were so many lies, all of them precious, all of them necessary.

It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.

I'd seen the way he watched Felix when he thought nobody was paying attention, and it was the kind of look that makes your skin crawl. He laid traps for Felix, too, cunning things that Felix waltzed right out of without seeming to see. Sometimes you could almost hear Lord Shannon's teeth grinding.

He was older than me and a hocus and educated and he talked flash, and he made like that was all there was to it, and it was him doing me the favor, being out here in the middle of absolutely fucking nothing, with the sky like some kind of monster, just waiting 'til you weren't watching to lean down and swallow you whole.

The history of Mélusine is like a massacre in a lunatic asylum, patients and wardens turning on each other, turning on themselves, and turn and turn about.

He turned and caught me in a kiss that probably looked passionate, but was nothing more than a brutal, numbing intrusion, a blind for the compulsion he cast, winding me about in a shroud of briars, ensnaring me, so I could tell no one the truth, tell no one what he had done and how.

I watched him, trying to decide if he was lying about how badly he was hurt, and suddenly like throwing open a pair of shutters, I saw the muscles of his back moving beneath his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the long-fingered grace of his hands. I had always known that Mildmay, despite being a good half foot shorter than I, was as muscular and agile as an acrobat, but now I saw that he was beautiful.

There is a terrible weight to that never from Malkar Gennadion, who is also Brinvillier Strych-and who knows how many other names he may have had? Who knows how many lives he may have held and used and discarded, how many other lives he may have left ruined in his wake? I wonder if even Malkar himself knows any longer.

He was big, taller than me and bulky, with dark red-brown hair queued back like a flashie, and light brown eyes that looked as clever and fake as glass.

I'd seen him hurting, so he turned around and hurt me. Like a clockwork bear. Wind him up and watch him go.

Nico Rossi wasn't a good boy. He was a bad boy dressed in a good suit.