That’s the problem with telling lies and covering things up. You can’t really trust anyone afterwards.
Lies don’t make anyone comfortable, especially the one telling them.
In a just world, I’d be shot for my lies, but not for this, not for the truth.[to Charkov]
I’m an excellent liar, which means I can tell when somebody’s lying to me.
You can sell any lie you want if you have enough help.
Why would I lie? The truth is painful enough.[to Jane]
When a liar gets caught in a lie, they don’t come clean. They build a bigger lie.
We’re liars by trade, we practice law.
We all lie to ourselves first.
The truth is only relative to what you can earn from a lie.
The truth can be dangerous. Lies are easier. Until they aren’t anymore.
The toughest lies are not the ones we tell ourselves, but the ones we tell those we love to keep them out of harm’s way.
