“No two people see events the same way.Everybody's truth is different. This is my truth.If only there was a world with no pain...Only love.If only there was no fear.If only...”

“All pain is the same. Only the details are different.”

“There are only three kinds of kisses in this world: secret ones that nobody sees, the fake ones that everybody sees, and the real ones that only two people see. This one was one of those and I'll be damned, but it rocked my friggin' world.”

“How terrible-- to see the truth when the truth is only pain to him who sees!”

“There are only two forces at work in this world- black and white. Only people are grey.”

“The point I would make is that the novelist and the historian are seeking the same thing: the truth – not a different truth: the same truth – only they reach it, or try to reach it, by different routes. Whether the event took place in a world now gone to dust, preserved by documents and evaluated by scholarship, or in the imagination, preserved by memory and distilled by the creative process, they both want to tell us how it was: to re-create it, by their separate methods, and make it live again in the world around them.”