Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.

For us to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other and especially to ourselves. The lies are necessary because, without them, many deplorable acts would become impossibilities.

I thought a forest was made up entirely of trees, but now I know that the foundation lies below ground, in the fungi.

In order to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other, and especially to ourselves.