Igor Stravinsky Quotes

That is the beauty of memory, isn’t it? Our reality is always clouded by our perceptions of truth. (Mnimi)

You can tell a true war story by the questions you ask. Somebody tells a story, let's say, and afterward you ask, 'Is it true?' and if the answer matters, you've got your answer . . . Absolute occurrence is irrelevant. A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

The truth is whatever people will believe is the truth.

Truth is, in fact, an elusive concept. It depends almost entirely on where you are standing at the time. It is a human instinct to confuse belief with truth.

I think what happens is when we start to look at the facts, everybody has their impression of what truth is.

Truth is an illusory notion.

It's become a cliche to say that a piece of drama is about 'the nature of truth.' But 'Rectify' so openly plays with the slippery nature of memory that the label directly applies.

We're completely confused about the boundaries between fiction and non-fiction. To me, the moment you compose, you're fictionalising; the moment you remember, you're dreaming. It's ludicrous that we have to pretend that non-fiction has to be real in some absolute sense.

Truth I have no trouble with, it's the facts I get all screwed up.

If you never noticed, it never happened.

There is no way you can use the word “reality” without quotation marks around it.

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

Reality is a question of perspective.

When we are dealing with human beings, no truth has reality by itself; it is always dependent upon the reality of the immediate relationship.

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

In any war story, but especially a true one, it's difficult to separate what happened from what seemed to happen.

Everything I've seen becomes real once it becomes memory. The films I've seen are interchangeable with things that have really happened to me.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

We can't believe what we believe to be untrue, and we can't love what we believe to be unreal.

You see, if you make believe hard enough that something is true, then it is true for you.

What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.

Memory is a dead thing. Memory is not truth and cannot ever be, because truth is always alive, truth is life; memory is persistence of that which is no more. It is living in ghost world, but it contains us, it is our prison. In fact it is us. Memory creates the knot, the complex called the I and the ego

There is no one truth. There’s only what happened, based on how you perceive it.