Quotes About Deception

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, shame on both of us.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

And this wasn't lying, not really. It was leaving out.

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.

Adults are the real monsters.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.

A man who lies about beer makes enemies

Doesn't look like a monster, does he?" "They rarely do.

I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.

Like the scorpion said to the maiden as she lay dying, 'You knowed I was poison when you picked me up.' 

I'll see you.' He grinned. 'Not if i see you first.

There is no such thing as a happy ending. I never met a single one to equal Once upon a time.

Fiction is a lie. And GOOD fiction is the truth inside the lie.

A lawyer's answer...so close to the truth that the truth was able to hide in its shadow.

Make-up covers a multitude of sins.

first the smiles, then the lies. Last comes gunfire.

He was only twelve, and understood that his experience of the world was limited, but one thing he was quite sure of: when someone said trust me, they were usually lying through their teeth.

I don't think children ever forget the lies their parents tell them.

I don't want to see it anymore. It's lousy. And it's a cheat. You build it all around something... set yourself on something... and then you don't want it. Isn't it too bad the great truths are all such lies?

What if there were no grownups? Suppose the whole idea of grownups was an illusion? What if their money was really just playground marbles, their business deals no more than baseball-card trades, their wars only games of guns in the park? What if they were all still snotty-nosed kids inside their suits and dresses? Christ, that couldn't be, could it? It was too horrible to think about.

he was after all, a novelist...and a novelist was simply a fellow who got paid to tell lies. The bigger the lies, the better the pay.