If you don’t want to slip up tomorrow, speak the truth today.
Sometimes lies are more dependable than the truth.
And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.
Because you’re a girl and when a girl says she’s fine, she’s lying.
I try not to take things lying down, especially rectal thermometers
I’ve learned that sometimes a smile represents the greatest form of deceit.
Perhaps we have been guilty of some terminological inexactitudes.
No one believes a liar. Even when she’s telling the truth.
Lies have short shelf lives. Lies go bad. Lies rot and stink up the joint.
But Langer’s mendacity, and Parker’s possible cowardice, is less interesting and salient for our purposes than the question of whether or not Gilchrist, too, was lying: ‘I didn’t hear anything—absolutely nothing.’ These were his words...
Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.
Are our lives just the aggregate of the lies we’ve told? (‘Lives’ – the ‘v’ is silent.)