Elie Wiesel Quotes

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.

I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

Truth is not always injured by fiction.

Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?

Lost Illusion is the undisclosed title of every novel.

That which is cannot be true.

Films are always a fiction, not documentary. Even a documentary is a kind of fiction.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.

Some stories are true that never happened.

I make it all up, and all of it is true.

There's truth and then there's fiction - I think truth does exist and you can present it.

The funny response to 'One Mississippi' continues to be that people don't know what is true and what's fiction.

This is why fiction is an art, and life is not - how much more affecting is the lie than the truth.

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

Truth is a well-known pathological liar. It invariably turns out to be Fiction wearing a fancy frock. Self-proclaimed Fiction, on the other hand, is entirely honest. You can tell this, because it comes right out and says, "I'm a Liar," right there on the dust jacket.

I think there's more real in the unreal than there is in the real.

The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain.

Our truth of nowadays is not what is, but what others can be convinced of; just as we call "money" not only that which is legal, but also any counterfeit that will pass.

As soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

Miracles and magic pervade the things that I've written, but yet there are no miracles and there is no magic.