A conversation about stories and storytelling: Diane Stterfield
“My gripe is not with lovers of the
truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth,
compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the
wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows
on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails?
No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don't expect
hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are
the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.”
Diane Setterfield
Diane Setterfield
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