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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
(c)2012 Laura S. Packer
Awesome quote! Seems we're both on the same page lately. I just wrote on truth and lies. We each find the balance to what we can handle. (Hugs)Indigo
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