Man invented the gods. Then the gods went off on their own, but not far.
The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
Truth can remain silent. Lies must be spoken.
In adding up her assets, the ambitious lady calculated the worth of her beautiful body as coldly as everything else.
I am only interested in money because everyone else is.
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.