He lied about that. He didn’t want to annoy you. He’s a slitherer-outer, if you know what I mean, Your Majesty.

Quit telling lies to our customers.

It was one of the biggest fattest lies of the century. I’ve been looking for that guy for years but I’m afraid somebody else has gotten to him first.

I tried teeling myself that feeling guilty was just a sickness of some sort. That it was men without guilt who made progress in life. Men who were able to lie, to cheat, men who knew all the shortcuts. Cortez. He didn’t fuck around. Neither did Vince Lombardi. But no matter how much I thought about it, I still felt bad.

“She got drunk,” I told her. “The Colonel and I went to sleep, and I guess she drove off campus.” And that became the standard lie.

“I’m fine, Mom. I think — if it’s okay with you, I think I might stay here for Thanksgiving. A lot of my friends are staying” — lie — “and I have a lot of work to do” — double lie. “I had no idea how hard the classes would be, Mom” — truth.

Gizelle: Why are you asking me all this sh*t? You think I’m lying to you?
Rambo: You called my house, and said she never came back from her father’s.
Gizelle: Yeah, I was giving you a heads-up.
Rambo: Or covering your a**.
Gizelle: Man, f**k…
Rambo: Where did you get this?
Gizelle: She gave it to me, man.
Rambo: It was her mother’s. She’d never give it to you. You sold her out. She was your friend.
Gizelle: F**k you! Get out of my place!
Rambo: Look at me. You’re going to take me to that club, and you’re going to show me who she was with. Or I’m going to hurt you real bad. Let’s go.

Animals are inspirational. They don’t know how to lie. They are natural forces.

My days, my years, my life has seen up and downs, lights and darknesses. If I wrote only and continually of the ‘light’ and never mentioned the other, then as an artist, I would be a liar.

I will be quiet before I will lie and not keep it real!

Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies.

It was a lie. The truth is that this world doesn’t need anyone. It doesn’t need parents, teachers, the people we look up to, children, or adults. The world doesn’t need me, or Katsuya. The world doesn’t need any of us. The world doesn’t care who lives or dies. The sun rises just the same. The world doesn’t give a damn about anybody…and that’s so sad. In the end, we’re all alone. I’m sure that’s why we seek each other out. We want to need and be needed. We want to meet someone who needs us.

I don’t always fill out a logbook, but when I do it’s probably made up.

I just got to a point where I was lying to myself constantly, so I had to face up to that. It was a lot of… I don’t want to use the words ‘self sacrifice,’ but that’s what it felt like. It was giving up who I thought I was and starting over from scratch and realizing the man that I am was good enough.

“I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!”
“Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!”

But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hand and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. “Don’t bother me know,” said Howl. “I only did it for the money.”
“Liar!” said Sophie. “I said,” Michael said, “that Calcifer’s come back!” That did get Howl’s attention and Sophie’s too.

“Go to bed, you fool,” Calcifer said sleepily. “You’re drunk.” “Who, me?” said Howl. “I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.” He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him. “What a lie that was!” Howl remarked as he walked into the wall. “My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.” He walked into the wall several times more, in several different places, before he discovered his bedroom door and crashed his way through it. Sophie could hear him falling about, saying that his bed was dodging.

Don’t tell me a lie to save me tears, just be real with me.