“He felt very tired, not from the mental effort, but because he had suddenly seen what the world was like, how there are many lies and truths”

Source: Corridors (1982), p. 145 in The Nebula Awards 18 edited by Robert Silverberg

Eggs, Beans and Crumpets (1940)

Source: The House of Hades

Source: The Shining (1977)

Source: The Beautiful and Damned

1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
Context: Suddenly I was tired of Lotterman; he was a phony and he didn't even know it. He was forever yapping about freedom of the press and keeping the paper going, but if he'd had a million dollars and all the freedom in the world he'd still put out a worthless newspaper because he wasn't smart enough to put out a good one. He was just another noisy little punk in the great legion of punks who marched between the banners of bigger and better men. Freedom, Truth, Honour — you could rattle off a hundred such words and behind every one of them would gather a thousand punks, pompous little farts, waving the banner with one hand and reaching under the table with the other.
I stood up. "Ed," I said using his name for the first time, "I believe I'll quit."

Source: A Million Little Pieces

Cuántos, cansados de mentir, se suicidan en cualquier verdad.
Voces (1943)

Source: Old Man’s War (2005), Chapter 3 (p. 41)