Quotes About Truth

Are you? I said. Gay, I mean? - I hoped he wasn't offended by my asking, but after everything that had happened, I really wanted to know. No, he said. I thought I was for about a w-w-week once. But now I know I'm not. If there was ever an answer that sounded like the truth, that was it.

I am what I am. Like the truth is what it is. It's not good or bad, it just is. The truth is neutral. We're the ones who decide if something is good or bad.

And as the elevator descends, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even farther down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst.

The movie was very different from the book in that there was nothing from the book in the movie. Despite everything — all the pain I felt, the betrayal — I couldn't help but recognize a truth while sitting in that screening room. In the book everything about me had happened. The book was something I simply couldn't disavow. The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

The book was blunt and had an honesty about it, whereas the movie was just a beautiful lie.

This is reality, and as my loathsome brother Sean would say, I have to deal with it. The

I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono's head in orange wavy letters: "I … am … the … devil … and I am … just … like … you …

Don't tell me he was another serial killer, Bateman. Not another serial killer." "No, McDufus, he wasn't a serial killer

This is my reality. Everything outside of this is like some movie I once saw.

I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do?

But even after admitting this--and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed-- and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling.

If I often wished the world were a different place, I also knew—and horror movies helped reinforce this—that it never would be, a realization that in turn led me to a mode of acceptance.

Feelings aren't facts and opinions aren't crimes and aesthetics still count—and the reason I'm a writer is to present an aesthetic, things that are true without always having to be factual or immutable.

Is that your real name? Does it really matter? It makes me wonder what else is not real.

I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is saved, nothing is redeemed.

You just said your name was Pat." "No. I was wrong," I say sternly, staring directly at him. "I was wrong about my name being Pat. My name is Marcus.

My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have, countless times, in just about every act I've committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding

Moral of the story?

What is this bullshit—it is what it is?

Feelings aren't facts and opinions aren't crimes

Once upon a time I was liberal. Well, to be honest, less than a year ago I was still a liberal," he announced in a video. "But I reject a system which allows an ambitious, misinformed, dogmatic group to suppress free speech, create false narratives and apathetically steamroll over the truth. I reject hate. These are the reasons why I became a liberal. And these are the same reasons why I am now walking away.

Yes, you can choose to say you believe something. But whether you actually and authentically do believe it is less choosable than it seems.

knowing that people may not want to hear what I really feel needs to be written