Glen Duncan Quotes

There are some people so addicted to exaggeration that they can't tell the truth without lying.

I overdramatize.

I exaggerate when I'm angry, but I've never gone around telling people things that aren't true about me.

Exaggeration is a blood relation to falsehood and nearly as blamable.

I'm more of an exaggerator than a liar.

Irony is just honesty with the volume cranked up.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.

Sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy.

I know exaggerators of both kinds: people whose lies are only picturesque adjectives, and people whose picturesque adjectives are only lies.

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs

I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

Some persons are exaggerators by temperament. They do not mean untruth, but their feelings are strong, and their imaginations vivid, so that their statements are largely discounted by those of calm judgment and cooler temperament. They do not realize that we always weaken what we exaggerate.

I'll oil wells love you. I'll oil wells care. I'll oil wells need you. I want you oil wells dear.

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

I read an interview with a Japanese freestyle jazz musician once, and he said something like, "Everything I'm going to tell you is not going to be true." He's not saying, "I'm trying to lie to you." But he's kind of saying that you can never say what something really is.

I love you, I love you, I love you! And if you ever die on me again, I'll kill you so dead! (Tabitha)

"We're going to be okay." Here's the thing about being a spy: sometimes all you have are your lies. They protect your cover and keep your secrets, and right then I needed to believe that it was true even when all the facts said otherwise.

As I got warmed up, and felt perfectly at home in talk, I heard myself boasting, lying, exaggerating. Oh, not deliberately, far from it. It would be unconvivial and dull to stop and arrest the flow of talk, and speak only after carefully considering whether I was telling the truth.

The child who defines a lie as being a "naughty word" knows perfectly well that lying consists in not speaking the truth. He is not, therefore, mistaking one thing for another, he is simply identifying them one with another by what seems to us a quaint extension of the word "lie".

"Multiple exclamation marks," he went on, shaking his head, "are a sure sign of a diseased mind."

Liars are experts in chopping logic and missing the truth slightly - 'Did God say not to eat from any tree?' In order to pin a liar down, words must be defined in the most careful manner available.

Well you can't believe everything you read. After all, by definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

Everybody exaggerates a little bit.

If u were Pinocchio, ur nose wld span the state.

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.