Either I’m embellishing a story for shocking effect, or I’m the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars.
Men always tell their troubles to a barmaid.
People hide things from one another. They lie, they joke, they tell you what they think you want to hear.
Nobody’s telling the truth. This is Gotham.
When people don’t tell the truth, it always ends badly.
Telling the truth is never simple or easy. Why, only the best of us ever really try.
Someone telling the truth is gonna vary their responses, but a liar is gonna feed you the same line over and over because they’re hiding something.
