My whole life has been a lie.
My entire life has been a lie.
I lie around and play guitar, that's something I do for sure. In fact that's all I do, I think.
You lie awake at 3 in the morning thinking of story ideas. You're online at 8 a.m. on a Sunday or midnight on a Wednesday. It's a job that you never push aside.
I wish to Christ I could make up a really great lie. Sometimes, after an interview, I say to myself, 'Man, you were so honest - can't you have some fun? Can't you do some really down and dirty lying?' But the puritan in me thinks that if I tell a lie, I'll be punished.
I've got to take a break, to be honest. I'm not even going to lie.
There are some good people. But a good chunk of them will lie for no reason at all - it'll be ten o'clock and they'll tell you it's nine. You're looking at the clock and you can't even fathom why they're lying. They just lie because that's what they do.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.
When you crop the photo, you tell a lie.
There are many critics who have an idealised version of where my strengths lie.
It takes good memory to keep up a lie.
One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie.
No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone's eyes.
I am a lie who always speaks the truth.
In spring they lie flat at the first warmth, they ruin my summer and in autumn they smell of women.