Count My Lies Quotes

“Sometimes I believe my own lies. They feel real. I get swept up in the fantasy, the telling of it, the retelling, lying in bed at night adding to the story, drifting off and dreaming about it. I think it’s because I’ve always felt like there had to be more to my life than what it was. I couldn’t just be this poor kid with no dad. He had to be out there. He had to be special, which meant I had to be special, too. Doesn’t everyone want to feel special?”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” MARK TWAIN”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“He, like my parents, would never be able to separate his love for me from his love for my money.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“You don’t drink? Most people act as if I’ve told them I skin puppies for sport. My god, the horror!”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“The bar for men is unspeakably low.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“Às sextas-feiras à tarde ia à biblioteca para me abastecer de livros e poder passar os fins-de-semana a ler. Livros que afastavam a solidão.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“This whole time she thought she lied her way into our lives, but the truth is, I lied my way into hers.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I’ve found what I’ve spent my whole life looking for. A sister. And not just a sister: a Gemini twin. Not by blood, but by choice.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I was happy to support him, happy to seed his start-ups, to write checks with strings of zeros; I thought he was brilliant.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“The woman he married was a meticulously curated version of myself, a boxed-in twenty-four-year-old with a round ass and a tight dress, in lacy bras and thongs, who gave him head in the bathrooms of bars, drunk and uninhibited.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“She’s funny, self-deprecating, thoughtful. A liar, yes, but desperate, mostly, for people to like her. And she wanted me to like her, thought I was special. It made me feel special, something I haven’t felt for a long time.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I have to hand it to her: she is great with kids.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“It kills me, his dismissal of her, the hurt on her sweet face. He deserves to be quartered, all four limbs tied, splayed, pulled apart, pop pop pop pop.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I watch her, smiling, heart expanding in my chest. That’s my girl, my social butterfly, my golden retriever child.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I hated him for his infidelity, her for accepting it. I hated them both for the lies. Their marriage, like everything else, was a sham. I couldn’t stomach it for another second. I wanted no part of their fake fucking lives.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“When I was little, I was pawned off to nannies and tutors, shuttled from piano to ballet, horseback riding on the weekends. I ate dinner with the housekeeper, wishing I had a sibling to eat with instead, while my parents worked long hours,”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“Sloane nods unconvincingly, head wobbling. Her face isn’t hard to read. She’s wondering if I’ve ever been to the place she used to work—and the answer is yes, I have.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“And Jay is hers, not mine. He never was, never will be. I shake the disloyal thoughts from my head. Be better, Sloane, I think.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“knew I should stop, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted so desperately for people to like me, and it was the only way I could think of.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“Sometimes I believe my own lies. They feel real. I get swept up in the fantasy, the telling of it, the retelling, lying in bed at night adding to the story, drifting off and dreaming about it. I think it's because I've always felt like there had to be more to my life than what it was... Doesn't everyone want to feel special?”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“It's another bad habit of mine, talking too much, asking too many questions. It's probably the same reason I lie: to fill the silence, keep people from walking away.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies

“I mouth along as Taylor Swift sings about how everyone agrees: it's her that's the problem.
Same girl, same.”
― Sophie Stava, Count My Lies