The allegiance of elves is spiderweb thin and the currency of Fairyland is glamour. (SC)
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‘There have been a lot of those coincidences lately,’ said Tiffany.
‘Aye,’ said Rob, grinning, ‘it must be another coincidence.’ (ISWM) So that was poker, was it? Well, she hadn’t been too bad at it, once she’d worked out that it was all about making your face tell lies. For most of the time the cards were just something to do with your hands. (W)
'Everything I have just said is nonsense. It bears no resemblance to the truth of the matter in any way at all. But it is a lie that you can ... understand, I think.' (TOT)
He'd found hard truth less hard than an easy lie. (TT)
'I always think one should lie to policemen; it is so very good for the soul and, indeed, good for the policemen.' (Do)
'Never mind about the stories. They're just metaphors.'
'Interesting lies,' translated Bane. (CP) ... the traditions of the Dibbler clan would never let a mere disastrous fact get in the way of a spiel. (LC)
Igneous had always found the general denial was more reliable than the specific refutation. (FC)
That's rumour for you. If we could modulate it with the truth, how useful it could be .... (FC)
... Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, purveyor of absolutely anything that could be sold hurriedly from an open suitcase in a busy street and was guaranteed to have fallen off the back of an oxcart. (GG)
It was amazing, this mystic business. You tell them a lie, and then when you don't need it any more you tell them another lie and tell them they're progressing along the road to wisdom. Then instead of laughing they follow you even more, hoping that at the heart of all the lies they'll find the truth. And bit by bit they accept the unacceptable. Amazing. (GG)
Could they do it? They were old men. And then he thought, Yes, they are old men. They have been old men for a long time, which means they have learned many things. Like lying, and being crafty and, most importantly, dissembling. (SC)
‘I assure you the thought never crossed my mind, lord.’
‘Indeed? Then if I were you I’d sue my face for slander’. (COM) 'You can't shit a shitter, you little shit.' (LW)
'I am a liar for the purpose of amusement, publicity, trivial oneupmanship, personal profit and the gaiety of nations, but I'm not lying to you now'. (RS)
... the builder speculates about how far away he can be and with how much money, before the buyer finds that the footings have, in fact, no feet, the septic tank is one foot deep with a tendency to flow backwards, and the bricks owe a lot to that most organic and venerable of all building materials, cow shit. The whole business traditionally begins with a plot, in every sense of the word. (RS)
They are said to be incapable of lying, although this piece of information has been provided by the Zoons themselves, causing, as it were, a philosophical conundrum. (Sn)
'Why is it, Rob Anybody, that you persist in lying when you are caught red-handed?'
'Ah, weel, that's an easy one, miss, said Rob Anybody, who was technically the head man of the Nac Mac Feegles. 'After all, ye ken, what would be the point of lyin' when you had nae done anything wrong?' (ISWM) Bits of Miss Tick’s teachings floated through her head: Always face what you fear. Have enough money, never too much, and some string. Even if it’s not your fault it’s your responsibility. Witches deal with things. Never stand between two mirrors. Never cackle. Do what you must do. Never lie, but you don’t always have to be honest. Never wish. Especially don’t wish upon a star, which is astronomically stupid. Open you eyes, and then open your eyes again. (HFS)
'You're more full of bullshit than a frightened herd on fresh pasture, Mr Lipwig.’
‘Thank you, sir. I’ll take that as a compliment.' (MM) 'An explanation?’ he said, shifting uneasily. ‘Oh, aye. An Explanation. Nae problemo. An Explanation. Er … what kind would you like?’
‘What kind? I just want the truth!’ 'Aye? Oh. The truth? Are you sure?’ Rob ventured, rather nervously. ‘I can do much more interestin’ Explanations than that -' (W) 'I heard Jeannie say you come up with Explanations no other Feegle in the world would try,’ said Daft Wullie admiringly.
‘Aye, that’s quite likely,’ said Rob swelling with pride. ‘And Feegles has got a fine tradition o’ huge Explanations.' (W) Er ... would you accept a wee bitty lie?’ Rob said.
‘No!’ ‘It’s interestin’. There’s dragons an’unicorns in it -’ ‘No. I want the truth!’ ‘Ach, it’s so boring.' (W) |
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