“Oh, Alan Ryves," she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.”

“I'm not a liar, sir,' she said."'No, I'm sure you sincerely become whatever it is you're pretending to be.”

“All men are liars, said Roberta Muldoon, who knew this was true because she had once been a man.”

“Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?""Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.”

“Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me.“Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar.“Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.”

“The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.''Do I look like a liar?''You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.”