The characters act for reasons that they can’t control and, as readers, we have to believe in their motivations, their sense of choice and in the reality of their suffering, even though, deep down, we know it’s all just puppetry on the part of the writer.

Is it murder to kill a man if the man never existed? To the man it is.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.

Job understood that he was nothing more than God’s invention and so too was his suffering

Stories are just lies made to look like truth.

I know everything must be a lie, but I believe it anyway.