She looks honestly upset, but then, I’ve learned that I can’t read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they’re always lying.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

Sometimes lying is a real pleasure.

There’s a tipping point with lies, a point where you’ve said something so many times that it feels truer than the truth.

I don't lie," I lied.

He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.

The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.

God, I hate you,” she says. “So much. Why do boys think that it will be better to lie and tell a girl how much they loved her and how they only dumped her for her own good? That they only tried to rearrange her brain for her own good? Does it make you feel better, Cassel? Does it? Because from my perspective, it really sucks.