Lie

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies — which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world — what I want to forget.

Marlow, Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

A pity how I lie so often to save myself.

Tags: death, lie, mortality

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