Fyodor Sologub

Indeed a lie is often more plausible than the truth. "Almost" always. The truth, of course, is never very plausible.

Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches...