#Deception

"The art of pleasing is the art of deception."

"Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth."

"Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance."

"Betrayal and dishonor is usually an inside job. Keep it 'sucka-free', loved one!"

"Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence."

"God is great and God is good,"Lisa says. "But where are the Apache attack helicopters when you need them?"

"Someday I will have revenge. I know in advance to keep this to myself, and everyone will be happier. I do understand that I am expected to forgive N and his girlfriend in a timely fashion, and move on to a life of vegetarian cooking and difficult yoga positions and self-realization, and make this so much easier and more pleasant for all concerned."

"I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?"

"I’m more of a journalist than anyone in the mainstream media, and I write fiction. More than fiction, I write absurd nonsense surrealism, and my work has more truth."

"We must be careful more than ever what we let our hearts believe in."

"How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?"I ask."Keep going,"Christian says. "Just go on as if nothing has happened. We all hate that."

"Why does death have to stop #love? It doesn’t stop people from voting in Chicago."

"There is no other way to determine the difference between the will of God and the crafts of satan... Jesus is the way, the truth and the life... The Holy Spirit of God is the Comforter..."

"People trust their eyes above all else - but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there"

"So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection."

"I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self."

"When you look at the past without God’s eyes, you subject yourself to deception. The past no longer exists and God doesn’t linger there. However, Satan will show you whatever you want to see and believe, so you will be trapped in an emotion that cannot communicate truth, beyond what you want to remember."

"How can I grieve what is still in motion?"I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding,"I say. "It´s Normandy out there."

"Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak."

"Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are."