“It is the story that lies around the edges of the photographs, or at the end of newspaper account. It's about the lies we tell others to protect them, and about the lies we tell ourselves in order not to acknowledge what we can't bear: that we are alive, for instance, and eating lunch, while bombs are falling, and refugees are crammed into camps, and the news comes toward us every hour of the day. And what, in the end, do we do?”
“We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.”
“The lies we tell other people are nothing to the lies we tell ourselves.”
“We tell ourselves that we lie to protect others, but the self usually comes out looking damn good in the process.”
“…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.”
“Finally, it's not the lies we tell others that do the most damage, it's those we tell ourselves. From this all troubles rise.”