And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.

Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard

There were people who lied for gain, people who lied from pain, people who lied simply because the concept of telling the truth was utterly alien to them . . . and then there were people who lied because they were waiting for it to be time to tell the truth.

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside.