Don’t worry about not doing “it” perfectly right now. It’s ok, just keep at it, you will soon settle in it and then you’ll be glad you didn’t give up. All you need is to be sure that GOD’s hand is in it.
Novels are just very, very, very long lies. That is to say, you’ve got to get your story straight!
The lies they’ve convinced their eyes that they’re seeing, will not mar the truth in my lens.
the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth
Don’t condemn me to the prison of your bullshit.
Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.
She’d sworn she wouldn’t end up like her little brother, but loneliness didn’t arrive with flashing bulbs and a warning label. The descent was as simple and complex as a faked smile, white lies about being “okay,
When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don’t expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.
No sentimentality, no romance, no false hope, no self-petting lies, merely that which is!
S’en est allée l’amante
Au village voisin malgré la pluie
Sans son amant s’en est allée l’amante
Pour danser avec un autre que lui
Les femmes mentent mentent