Quotes About Truth

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

From the essay Twenty-five Things People Have a Shocking Capacity to Be Surprised by Over and Over Again 1. Journalists sometimes make things up. 2. Journalists sometimes get things wrong. 3. Almost all books that are published as memoirs were initially written as novels, and then the agent/editor said, This might work better as a memoir. 6. Freedom of the press belongs to the man who owns one.

We know in one part of our brains that we are all going to die, but on some level we don't quite believe it.

Death doesn't really feel eventual or inevitable. It still feels... avoidable somehow. But it's not. We know in one part of our brains that we are all going to die, but on some level we don't quite believe it.

The truth is that if my father weren't my father, he would be one of the men he hates; he is incorrigibly faithless and thoroughly narcissistic, to such an extent that I tend to forget he's also capable of being a real peach.

I can't understand why anyone would write fiction when what actually happens is so amazing.

According to my dermatologist, the neck starts to go at forty-three, and that's that...The neck is a dead give-away. Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth. You have to cut open a redwood tree to see how old it is, but you wouldn't have to if it had a neck.

Now I know that there's no such thing as the truth. That people are constantly misquoted. That news organizations are full of conspiracy (and that, in any case, ineptness is a kind of conspiracy). That emotional detachment and cynicism get you only so far.

Or, as E. L. Doctorow once wrote, far more succinctly "I am led to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the distinction; there is only narrative.

You can put makeup on your face and concealer under your eyes and dye on your hair, you can shoot collagen and Botox and Restylane into your wrinkles and creases, but short of surgery, there's not a damn thing you can do about your neck. The neck is a dead giveaway. Our faces are lies and our necks are the truth. You have to cut open a redwood tree to see how old it is, but you wouldn't have to if it had a neck.

Ahora sé que la verdad no existe. Que las declaraciones de la gente se tergiversan continuamente. Que los medios de comunicación son un hervidero de conspiraciones (y que, en cualquier caso, la ineptitud es una forma de conspiración). Que con cinismo y desapego emocional no se llega demasiado lejos.

A woman doesn't want to be told she looks nice,' Jude nuttered as she sat down beside maud's grave. She wants to be told she's beautiful, sexy. That she looks outrageous. It dosen't matter if its not true.' She sighed and laid the flowers against the headstone. 'Because for the moment, when the words are said and the words are heard, it's perfect truth.

In all the illusions, you're the only truth that I need

People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.

The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand. ... Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers? I'm in love with Miss Summers. The faintest of smiles touched his lips. Completely in love with Miss Summers.

He turned his head, kissed the top of her head. I love you. It sounds lovely in bed, in the dark, when everything's quiet. Because it's true. And it'll be true in the morning.

You can't argue with math, Carter. You'll always lose.

Knowing isn't always believing.

Grayson: Fiction is just a lie anyway. Brianna: But it's not - it's a different kind of truth - it would be your truth at the time of the writing, wouldn't it?

In my world, the self-righteous are often the ones sneaking around getting blow jobs before they go home to the wives and kiddies.

My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

What people know, what they believe, what they accept? Those are all different matters, aren't they?

Knowledge, and truth, save us from chaos.

But you stand up for me. You tell me the truth. You make me laugh, and you make me want. You let me be and feel who I am. And you fell in love with me even when you didn't want to.