Bound by the Oath against lying, Aes Sedai [carry] the half-truth, the quarter-truth and the implication to arts.
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is,
Lady make note of this —
One of you is lying.
Did I really read every single book in the school? My mother maintains I did. Maybe I just told the teachers I had and they all believed me. Maybe this is where the lying about books really began. Where were the checks and balances? I blame the authorities.
I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.
‘Lie,’ he said. ‘Why do you fabricate these outlandish stories?’
‘Well,’ I wanted to say, ‘there are those of us who create because all around us, things visible and invisible are crumbling. We are like the stonemasons of Babylon, forever working, as it says in Jeremiah, to shore up the city of walls.’
I didn’t say that, of course. What I did say was: ‘I don’t know.
Not telling everything you know is not the same as telling a lie.
There’s a tipping point with lies, a point where you’ve said something so many times that it feels truer than the truth.
Even if I am not the honestest type in the world I don’t want to lie more than is average.
He who loves lies suffers from no disease than lies! He who believes in and acts upon lies suffers from no disease than ignorance!