I love this quote by American composer Ned Rorem in The Paris Review.
What do you think, writers? Are we merely liars when we make up an entire world and populate it with invented characters story after story?
Or do we simply play hard and loose with facts? Do we eavesdrop on stories and use that as a kernel for a story, and then re-imagine it in our minds?
Perhaps the artist and Pinocchio have quite a bit in common…