Libba Bray Quotes

Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

We live, after all, in a world where illusions are sacred and truth profane.

A lie was something that hadn't happened but might just as well have.

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth. Do not follow those who lie in contempt of reality. Let your lie be even more logical than the truth itself, so the weary travelers may find repose.

Certainly today we are incredibly tolerant of untruth.

A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else.

Have you weaned yourself of your off-putting proclivity for not telling the truth/

People like what is not true and they don't like what is true.

But an Adrian also knew that an Adrian's lies were real: they were lived and felt and acted out as thoroughly as another man's truths - if other men had truths - and he believed it possible that this last lie might see him through to the grave.

Truth may be stranger than fiction, goes the old saw, but it is never as strange as lies.

The world makes liars of us all.

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

Since I wasn't able to leave a succession of beautiful lies, I want to leave the smidgen of truth that the falsehood of everything lets us suppose we can tell.

Truth is a theory that is constantly being disproved. Only lies, it seems, go on forever.

Falsehood is never in words; it is in things.

Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

Reality is easy. It's deception that's the hard work.

A lie cannot live.

That which is cannot be true.

I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

It seems to me that there are two kinds of trickery: the 'fronts' people assume before one another's eyes, and the 'front' a writer puts on the face of reality.

I always divide people into two groups. Those who live by what they know to be a lie, and those who live by what they believe, falsely, to be the truth.