If truth is relative, then it’s cousin is anarchy.

Ignoring is that magical slight-of-hand where we make something disappear by simply ceasing to acknowledge its existence. But we must remember that slight-of-hand never results in dead-and-gone.

When someone tells you that there is no agenda, you can be certain there is nothing but an agenda.

I would wonder if the depravity in our world survives on the lie that our depth can’t overcome it.

Because we refuse to acknowledge something doesn’t mean that it’s not staring us right in the face.

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I’m going to be disappointed.

The best I can do is to ‘pretend’ that I’m my own god. But in the pretending I have to pretend that I’m not pretending, and somehow that doesn’t sound very god-like to me.

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.

The greatest fool is not the person who has been fooled by the lies of others, despite how crafty and ingenious those lies might have been. Rather, it is the fool who has lied with such amazing dexterity and subtle finesse that he himself has come to believe his own lies. And this is the most forlorn and yet the most dangerous person that I can imagine.