Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices... Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.

Good fiction’s job is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.