The facts are always less than what really happened.

My answer is: Recognize yourself in others

Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.

Your whole life you are really writing one book, which is an attempt to grasp the consciousness of your time and place– a single book written from different stages of your ability.

Nothing factual that I write or say will be as truthful as my fiction.

What is the purpose of writing? For me personally, it is really to explain the mystery of life, and the mystery of life includes, of course, the personal, the political, the forces that make us what we are while there's another force from inside battling to make us something else.

The facts are always less than what really happened.