Comforting Lies

"My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself.
What succour, what consolation is there in the truth,
compared to a story? What good is the truth, at midnight,
in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?
What you need are the plump comforts of a story.
The soothing, rocking safety of a lie."
-Vida Winter, from the Thirteenth Tale

So, don't tell me the truth:
that your heart is rotten.