The truth sears, a bitter liquor burning down my throat.
There was some truth in that. Then I didn’t feel like drowning.
The truth is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
Well — the real truth — that is, every single little thing, with nothing missing at all, wouldn’t be dangerous. I suppose that’s God’s truth.
Just once, Ari, once you tell them the truth, one argument, no matter how brutal and you never have to lie again.
You forget that a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.
I think telling the truth is about as healthy as skidding round a comer at sixty.
The truth has a way of changing to suit the purpose of those in charge.
Understand this, I mean to arrive at the truth. The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to the seeker after it.
But we hold several threads in our hands, and the odds are that one or other of them guides us to the truth. We may waste time in following the wrong one, but sooner or later we must come upon the right.