Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.

A quick check on the platoon showed everyone more or less enjoying the flight.
"Whatever it is you're eating, Ressk, swallow it before we land," [said Staff Sergeant Kerr].
"No problem, Staff."
"More like whoever he's eating," Binti muttered beside him.
"You ought to count your fingers," he suggested. "You're too serley stupid to notice one missing."
"Maybe you ought to gren sa talamec to."
"That's enough, people."
When the Confederation first started integrating the di'Taykan and the Krai into what was predominantly a human military system, xenopsychologists among the elder races expected a number of problems. For the most part, those expectations fell short. After having dealt with the Mictok and the H'san, none of the younger races - all bipedal mammals - had any difficulty with each other's appearance. Cultural differences were absorbed into the prevailing military culture and the remaining problems were dealt with in the age-old military tradition of learning to say "up yours" in the other races' languages. The "us against them" mentality of war made for strange bedfellows.

But I am a knight of the Round Table," he protested, weakly. "I am a protector of the realm, a slayer of evil, I defeat all those who raise their swords in opposition to Arthur, King of all Britain."
"Trust me, kid, women prefer a man who can cook.

The most harmful lies and the most hurtful, always contain a grain of truth," he said. "But nevertheless, lies they do remain.

Patiesība ir darbs, meli ir slinkums. Patiesība ir meklēšana, ir cīnīšanās, sevis iztērēšana, nonākšana konfliktos un to risināšana ar savām sirds asinīm. Meli ir grūtību aizsegšana, izlikšanās, zināšanas iztēlošana tur, kur neko nezina, lai tikai nevajadzētu meklēt. Meli ir par kūtriem mesties konfliktos un tos atrisināt; tie izliekas, it kā konfliktu nebūtu bijis.