The truth in the matter lies in the fact that anything repeated too long without variation tends to become boring.

She said that you--"
"I don't care what she said." I stand up. "Everyone lies."
"Hey," he says softly. "It's just a code."
"No. Everyone lies." I stub the cigarette out.
"It's just another language you have to learn." Then he delicately adds, "I think you need some coffee, dude." Pause. "Why are you so angry?

You people don't know what the truth is! It's there, just under the bullshit, but you never look! That's what I hate most about this fucking city-- Lies are news and truth is obsolete!

How do I know you're not crazy?" she asks. "How do I know you're not the craziest dude I've ever met?"
"You'll have to test me out."
"You have my info," she says. "I'll think about it."
"Rain," I say. "That's not your real name."
"Does it matter?"
"Well, it makes me wonder what else isn't real."
"That's because you're a writer," she says. "That's because you make things up for a living."
"And?"
"And"-- she shrugs--"I've noticed that writers tend to worry about things like that.

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.