“I lie and am lied to, but the result of my lie is mental leaps, memory, knowledge.”
“Lies is lying the memory from the truth”
“All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.”
“Close beside my knowledge lies my black ignorance.”
“And I start to say that I’m not lying now, but I am, so that would be a lie.”
“I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.”