“My tongue lied my eyes shouted the truth.”
“Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies”
“So let my hands and my face make their way in this world, let my hungry eyes see, my tongue taste.”
“It is my belief... that the truth is generally preferable to lies.”
“Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit”
“My my, the cruelest lies are often told without a wordMy my, the kindest truths are often spoken, never heard”