I've Never Shown Anybody A Draft Of

And I'm A Slow Writer: Five, Six Hundred Words Is A Good Day. That's The Reason It Took Me 20 Years To Write Those Million And A Half Words Of The Civil War.

A Fact Is Not A Truth Until You Love It.

When You Grow Up In A Totally Segregated Society, Where Everybody Around You Believes That Segregation Is Proper, You Have A Hard Time. You Can't Believe How Much It's A Part Of Your Thinking.

A Combination Of All That Was Best In The Gladdest Days Of The Departing Year.

The Point I Would Make Is That The Novelist And The Historian Are Seeking The Same Thing: The Truth – Not A Different Truth: The Same Truth – Only They Reach It, Or Try To Reach It, By Different Routes. Whether The Event Took Place In A World Now Gone To Dust, Preserved By Documents And Evaluated By Scholarship, Or In The Imagination, Preserved By Memory And Distilled By The Creative Process, They Both Want To Tell Us How It Was: To Re-create It, By Their Separate Methods, And Make It Live Again In The World Around Them.