Quotes About Deception

Not so fast, baby – let us pause and examine that idea. Why would he want to take you out? Why do they ever want to take us out? As a compliment to us, say they. To show us a good time, to prove the high regard they have for us. They're a pack of goddam liars. In addition to being dirty bastards, and very dumb clucks, they are also goddam liars. There's practically nothing can be said in favour of them, except they're the only ones we've got.

You damned, silly-looking cluck, are you trying to drive me insane? Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Yes, I could write music. I can write you a motet, or a sonata, or a waltz, or a cornet solo, with variation—anything at all, anything you want. And not one note of it will be worth the match it would take to burn it. You think I'm hot stuff, don't you? You, lying there every day, dreaming about rainbows.

I ripped her. I shoved my hand in her blouse and jerked. She was wide open from her throat to her belly. "You got that climbing out. You caught it in the door handle." My voice sounded queer, like it was coming out of a tin phonograph. "And this you don't know how you got." I hauled off and hit her in the eye as hard as I could.

She left, feeling sullen over her wasted afternoon and wasted bus fare. It was her first experience with the sexological advertiser, though she was to find out he was fairly common. Usually he was some phony calling himself a writer, an agent, or a talent scout, who had found out that for a dollar and a half's worth of newspaper space he could have a daylong procession of girls at his door, all desperate for work, all willing to do almost anything to get it.

Are you insinuating that my daughter is a snake?" "No—is a coloratura soprano, is much worse. A little snake, love mamma, do what papa tells, maybe, but a coloratura soprano, love nobody but own goddam self. Is son-bitch-bast', worse than all a snake in a world. Madame, you leave dees girl alone.

Walter, the time has come. What do you mean, Phyllis? For me to meet my bridegroom. The only one I ever loved. One night I'll drop off the stern of the ship. Then, little by little I'll feel his icy fingers creeping into my heart. ...I'll give you away. What? I mean: I'll go with you.

When she got home, Bert came out to meet her, and took her into the den, where Letty was trying to quiet Veda. Letty went back to the kitchen, and Veda broke into loud sobs. Over and over, she kept saying: "I owed her a nickel! Oh, Mother, I cheated her out of it, and I meant to pay it back, but—I owed her a nickel!

The enemy was irony and truth and hypocrisy, that was the real enemy. That was the enemy that was killing him.

He was apparently a small man, according to Mr. Higgins, "with girly features, curly hair . . . and the heart of a rascal.

Truth is, lying come natural to all Negroes during slave time, for no man or woman in bondage ever prospered stating their true thoughts to the boss.

The eggshell of appearance split.

Strange things are said to have happened in this world — some are said to be happening still — but half of them, if I'm any judge, are lies.

You're lying through your fangs, Iggy accused. Fang tried to play innocent--but innocent Fang is an oxymoron, so it didn't work.

Jeb: But I need to tell you something first. Max (thinking): That you are the devil incarnate?

In case you guys didn't catch last week's episode, I'm out of the flock, I informed them. Angel has no allegiance to me. She's wanted me gone for a long time. And in case you didn't catch all the episodes from the past year, Angel is... unbalanced. Untrustworthy, Fang seconded. Unpredictable, Jeb added. Dangerous, Dylan chimed in.

What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.

Honesty is always good, except when it's better to lie.

Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Who but the devil lives like a king in the middle of hell

We'll, that's an evil smile... Like

What is a lie? It's a distortion of reality, presented as reality.

Beneath the handsome exterior beats a heart of darkness.

Murder can be made to look like suicide, and suicide can be made to look like murder.

A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on.