Quotes About Deception

O plano satânico consiste em nos manter tão cheios de lixo, que não tenhamos fome de Deus, e isto tem funcionado muito bem por séculos. O inimigo tem nos feito acostumar a sobreviver em uma prosperidade terrena, porém, em uma mendicância espiritual.

You looking good. Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.

Nothing could be taken for granted. Women who loved you tried to cut your throat, while women who didn't even know your name scrubbed your back. Witches could sound like Katharine Hepburn and your best friend could try to strangle you. Smack in the middle of an orchid there might be a blob of jello and inside a Mickey Mouse doll, a fixed and radiant star.

my sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.

he didn't needs words or even want them because he knew how they could lie, could heat your blood and disappear.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.

social conversation was impossible for her because she could not lie.

And fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word

For a long time now he knew that anything could appear to b something else, and probably was.

I didn't kill him, I just fucked him

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

They believe they know before the music does what their hands, their feet are to do, but that illusion is the music's secret drive: the control it tricks them into believing is theirs; the anticipation it anticipates.

Except for Adam I don't know anything about love. Adam had no faults, was innocent, pure, easy to love. Had he lived, grown up to have flaws, human failings like deception, foolishness and ignorance, would he be so easy to adore or be even worthy of adoration? What kind of love is it that requires an angel and only an angel for its commitment?

You looking good. Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad. He looked at her and the word bad took on another meaning.

Sorrow in discovering that the pyramid was not a five-thousand-year wonder of the civilized world, mysteriously and permanently constructed by generation after generation of hardy men who had died in order to perfect it, but that it had been made in the back room at Sears, by a clever window dresser, of papier-mâché, guaranteed to last for a mere lifetime.

I ain't. Keeps him dumb. He wouldn't know a good woman from a snake and he won't let nobody point out the difference.

More than the rest, they killed the flirt whom folks called Life for leading them on.

The light, therefore, was always misleading.

But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.

a dream is just a nightmare with lipstick

fantasy it was, for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good, but well behaved. We courted death in order to call ourselves brave, and hid like thieves from life.

We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the Word.

Men leaped and I let myself be caught. For a while, anyway, until my sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.