Quotes About Stories

The writers led by Mike Scully are fantastic. And they're creating original stories that not only don't repeat what we've already done, they also don't repeat anything I've seen on television.

Life writes the best stories.

Richmond Fontaine bandleader Willy Vlautin writes songs akin to finely composed short stories set in the diners, bars, casinos, and old hotels of Reno and its environs.

I devour history books. I love anything by Thomas B. Costain or George MacDonald Fraser. He writes magnificent history, and he also wrote the Flashman stories, which are irresistible.

Dickens writes such brilliant characters and stories, and his themes and social commentary are still so relevant. I think that's why he's still so loved today.

Writing a memoir begins a process that doesn't necessarily end with publication. You begin to think about family life and stories and relationships, and those are ongoing.

The evasion of justice within academia is all the more infuriating because the course of sexual harassment is so predictable. Since I started writing about women and science, my female colleagues have been moved to share their stories with me; my inbox is an inadvertent clearinghouse for unsolicited love notes.

What's missing from the literature of our species are the stories of the peasants. The filthy illiterate. Those with no firm address, no surname. No one to impress, nothing to lose. But the poor tell stories, too.

Children played at those stories; they dreamed about them. They took them to heart and acted as if to live inside them. We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls….

I've never met a Quadling before, she said, too loudly, too brightly. The months of solitude had made her forget her manners. My family would never have Quadlings in to dine - not that there were many, or even any for all I know, in the farmlands around my family's estate. The stories make out that Quadlings were sneaky and incapable of telling the truth. How can a Quadling to answer such a charge if a Quadling is given always to lie? He smiled at her.

but not what it meant to her. Not how it felt. Because stories, maybe, were drafts of reality based on feelings.

The old-fashioned stories have always been with us, Dirkie. The cross was planted in the mouth of antiquity so modern faith could begin; but the old beliefs mumble from the ground. Those who halt their incessant prayers can hear the old stories telling themselves out loud. Indeed, I think that is what you do—that is your genius.

En efecto, aquellas mujeres, que acudían a la vez a su pensamiento, se estorbaban las unas a las otras y se empequeñecían, como bajo un mismo nivel de amor que las igualaba. Cogiendo, pues, a puñados las cartas mezcladas, se divirtió durante unos minutos dejándolas caer en cascadas, de la mano derecha a la mano izquierda. Finalmente, aburrido, cansado, Rodolfo fue a colocar de nuevo la caja en el armario diciéndose: —¡Qué cantidad de cuentos!

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Only victors have stories to tell, we the vanquished were then thought of as cowards and weaklings whose memories and fears should not be remembered.

I choose weird stories because they suit my inclination best—one of my strongest and most persistent wishes being to achieve, momentarily, the illusion of some strange suspension or violation of the galling limitations of time, space, and natural law which for ever imprison us and frustrate our curiosity about the infinite cosmic spaces beyond the radius of our sight and analysis.

I sometimes write stories. I sometimes read them. Thank you. Stories in general—not yours.

Surely you know that pleasure soon evaporates, into thin air? Then all we are left with are stories.

All day, everywhere he went, he heard stories of the remarkable penis, not only of its size and strength, but of its warm way with strangers.

Thus, the earlier part of her life had taught her that, while you can tell stories or write poems about life, you cannot make life poetic, live it as though it were a work of art...

The intended response... is caution, my friends. I intend these stories to be a warning. - Against what? Small rat creatures with human faces? - A warning of what is to come... should I fail.

My point is, maybe before you dismiss others belief ad wacko, you should take a closer look at the stories that normal people find credible.

I'm really in touch with my fans. Through their emails, letters and stories is how I decide what music I'm going to perform.

I'm always touched by people's different stories of who they are and why they made the choices that they made. I feel so empowered by the story behind the person.