It never occurred to that subtle, devious mind that an outward display of frankness might be more mendacious than any evasion.
Men want women to deceive them because it’ll prove their worst thoughts about women.
The company of a lie is unbearable, and he seemed like the embodiment of a lie.
I’m writing a memoir. It’s a pack of lies.
How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?
I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.
Even then, if he is deceiving me I undoubtedly exist: let him deceive me all he can, he will never bring it about that I am nothing while I think I am something.
If there's one thing the Coventry has taught me, it's that lying always serves someone's purpose.
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone.
In Sri Lanka a well-told lie is worth a thousand facts.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.