“There are no truths, Coyote,” I says. “Only stories.”
“It's only a story, isn't it?"..."Who's to say what's only a story and what's truth disguised as a story?”
“They say 'truth is stranger than fiction,' but I like to say fiction is truth - only stranger.”
“By Aladdin's lamplit scrotum, man! Everything is a story. What is there but stories? Stories are the only truth.”
“The truth is not delicate and it does not suffer from denial—the truth only dies when true stories are untold.”
“Words are too easy,” he says. He opens his book. “What looks like truth and sounds like truth might be nothing but a dream, nothing but a story I wish had happened.”