Just had to drop a note. I've been sorting books at work and loved the quote from the back of Diane Setterfield's book "The Thirteenth Tale," and had to share.
"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? What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie."--Vida Winter
This caught me so I had to read the blurb inside. I might just have to take it home to read.Labels: quotes, weirdness