The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future.

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.

As if we can ever imagine the past, future, life on other planets, everything is such an extension, such a projection of life as we know it.

A rattlesnake that doesn't bite teaches you nothing.

We want the facts to fit the preconceptions. When they don't it is easier to ignore the facts than to change the preconceptions.