Quotes About Deception

Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.

It's okay to cry as long as you're faking it.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.

My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.

Like the he-man movie stars who turn out to be queer . . . or the silent-film actors whose voices sound terrible recorded--the audience only wants a limited amount of honesty. [ellipses original]

When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, a drunk, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

Ev­ery­thing you re­mem­ber is wrong.

A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

A salacious lie will always trump a noble truth.

Ig­nore how it feels when the on­ly re­al tal­ent you have is for hid­ing the truth.

In Hell, you'd be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. The same goes for earth.

Clothing is dishonesty in its purest form.

Give me release. I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy. Give me deliverance. From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love. Flash.

The truth is nobody here is as stupid or evil as I let on. Except me.

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don't kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

Ignore how it feels when the only real talent you have is for hiding the truth.

You get a glass tank, put it where the TV used to be, and all you get is a lizard—something so stupid that every time the maid moves a rock the lizard thinks it's been relocated miles away.

Where even if someone loves you enough to save your life, they still castrate you.

It's so ob­vi­ous he's try­ing to pass as a nor­mal hap­py per­son.

Churches in the outside world, my brother told me, were just the local stores that sold people lies made up in the distant factories of giant religions.

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