Patricia HamplI don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know.
About This Quote
I don't write about what I know: I write in order to find out what I know. This quote is said by the author of On Writing, Stephen King. He means that you can never be sure of what you know. You can never be sure if it is the truth or not. There are many things that are said that are false, but people believe them anyway because they sound good.
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