When witnesses concoct lies, they often miss the obvious.

Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.

If you're lying, you're lying.

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of bastard lies to his own mother?

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

Nobody wants to read about the honest lawyer down the street who does real estate loans and wills. If you want to sell books, you have to write about the interesting lawyers - the guys who steal all the money and take off. That's the fun stuff.