Quotes About Deception

Hah! said Granny Weatherwax. I should just say it is a folk song! I knows all about folk songs. Hah! You think you're listenin' to a nice song about...cuckoos and fiddlers and nightingales and whatnot, and then it turns out to be about...something else entirely, she added darkly.

Your power is only rumour and lies, she thought. You bore your way into people when they are uncertain and weak and worried and frightened, and they think their enemy is other people when their enemy is, and always will be, you – the master of lies. Outside, you are fearsome; inside, you are nothing but weakness.

Things that try to look like things often do look more like things than things. Well-known fact," said Granny. "But I don't hold with encouraging it.

Behind him the Master of Ceremonies cleared his throat. His eyes took on a distant, glazed look. The Stealer of Souls, he said in the faraway voice of one whose ears aren't hearing what his mouth is saying, "Defeater of Empires, Swallower of Oceans, Thief of Years, The Ultimate Reality, Harvester of Mankind, the— ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN.

Believe it. That was the way. Never stop believing. Fool the eye, fool the brain.

What will you do?" said Susan. "Lie," said Lu-Tze happily. "It's amazing how often that works.

the queen appeared as innocent as one of those mountains which smoke a little, and then one day end up causing a whole civilization to become an art installation

A horse's skull always looks scary, even if someone has put lipstick on it.

Around the Godde there forms a Shelle of prayers and Ceremonies and Buildings and Priestes and Authority, until at Last the Godde Dies. Ande this maye notte be noticed.

It's all trickery. They keep you down and when they piss off some other country, you have to fight for them! It's only your country when they want you to get killed!

In a certain light and from a carefully chosen angle, Magrat was not unattractive.

DO NOT PUT ALL YOUR TRUST IN ROOT VEGETABLES. WHAT THINGS SEEM TO BE MAY NOT BE WHAT THEY ARE. -Death

had decided what to do, which was to smile like the morning sun with a knife in its teeth.

Sergeant Colon was lost in admiration. He'd seen people bluff on a bad hand, but he'd never seen anyone bluff with no cards.

It was the sort of smile that lies on sandbanks waiting for incautious swimmers.

It was the heart of any scam or fiddle -- keep the punter uncertain, or, if he is certain, make him certain of the wrong thing.

It's Tchaikovsky's 'Another One Bites the Dust,'" said Crowley, closing his eyes as they went through Slough.

Ahh! They're all just pins!

magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.

But can't you just wave your hand and make all the dirt fly away, then? [...] That works, but only if you wave them about on the floor with a scrubbing brush.

I get depressed with these fluffy dragons and noble elves. Elves were never noble. They were cruel bastards. And I dislike heroes. You can't trust the buggers. They always let you down. I don't believe in the natural nobility of kings, because a large percentage of them in our history have turned out to be power-crazed idiots. And I certainly don't believe in the wisdom of wizards. I've worked with their modern equivalents, and I know what I'm talking about.

She sighed again. She was familiar with the syndrome. They said they wanted a soulmate and helpmeet but sooner or later the list would include a skin like silk and a chest fit for a herd of cows.

As for Mr. Pin and Mr. Tulip, all that need be known about them at this point is that they are the kind of people who call you "friend." People like that aren't friendly.

Amazin'.' he said again. 'He just looks as though he's thinking, right?' 'Er...yes.' 'But he's not actually thinking?' 'Er...no.' 'So...he just gives the impression of thinking but really it's just a show?' 'Er...yes.' Just like everyone else, then really,' said Ridcully