I’m an excellent liar, which means I can tell when somebody’s lying to me.
For ten years, men have lied to me. And then I come home, and it’s all the same. They think I’m broken. I’m not broken. I’m not the one who’s sick. And neither are you. The world is.[to Julian]
A little white lie is a small price to pay for peace and quiet.[quoting Mary]
You’re lying. You don’t have to lie. In fact, you don’t have to say a word. Your eyes will tell me everything, every thought, every feeling.[to Ethel]
You guys are just as f***ed-up as I am. You’re just better at lying to yourselves.[to Taissa and Shauna]
You can sell any lie you want if you have enough help.
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 prefer any lie to the pain.[to Helge Doppler 1986][Wir jede Lüge dem Schmerz vorziehen.]
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.
The priest doesn’t lie. Despite him being a priest.
