There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

For people who say they hate being lied to, just start telling them nothing but the pure truth--about everything. That will teach them

You have a choice," she told the class. "The whorish emptiness of lies or the straightlaced horrors of truth.

...and an edge that could cut a truth from a lie.

Truth is a great flirt.