“We like to consider two sides to every story. Unfortunately, there aren’t always two sides.”

Many facets on the stone. Nooks and crannies in abundance. Things are usually not either black or white, but multicolored.

Sometimes there’s only one; more often, there are multitudes.

We like things to be black or white, tall or short, here or there.

A truth that’s told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.

You say You love, Don’t you lie.

I will fight for my country, but I will not lie for her.

If you can lie, you can act, and if you can lie to crazy girlfriends, you can act under pressure.

People for the most part can smell lies.

I told her I loved her and all. It was a lie, of course, but the thing is, I meant it when I said it. I’m crazy. I swear to God I am.

Time seems to be wasted more when someone seeks the truth in lies.

I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.