“Fiction is a lie. And GOOD fiction is the truth inside the lie.”
“The man in black smiled. "Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?"I thought we had been."But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. "Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as equals? There is an offer you will get rarely, Roland. Only equals speak the truth, that's my thought on't. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!”
“We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.”
“What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common....”
“Oh, about beer I never lie,’ Crandall said. ‘A man who lies about beer makes enemies.”
“...he was after all, a novelist...and a novelist was simply a fellow who got paid to tell lies. The bigger the lies, the better the pay.”