“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.”

“The difference between a novelist and a historian is this: that the former tells lies deliberately and for the fun of it; the historian tells lies and imagines he is telling the truth.”

“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...”

“The older I grow the more I become certain that it makes no difference what words we use to tell the same truths.”

“Creating doesn't make us unhappy, unhappiness makes us creative. To create is to live, and in living, we want only to creat more, to set our foundations depper and reach higher toward the sky. If sadness is what makes us creative, then sadness is nothing else but life.”

“Historians rewrite the truth every day. What interests us is the truth that gets the reader to reach for his wallet”