Quotes About Conflict

As writers, we must keep throwing problems at our characters. Conflict is the heart of good storytelling. Hiking in nature along a twisting trail can remind us what a good story feels like. It's the opposite of a treadmill - or an interstate highway.

The first thing is that we're being attacked by both the Writers Guild and the Producers Guild. Both of these groups are trying to diminish the importance and strength of the director. They're trying to do it through both frontal and side attacks.

Writers who take on polarising issues are apt to step on a few toes.

It is easy to understand why conflict is so often highlighted: Writers of headlines or promotional copy want to catch attention and attract an audience. They are usually under time pressure, which lures them to established, conventionalized ways of expressing ideas in the absence of leisure to think up entirely new ones.

I can't fathom writers married to writers and musicians married to musicians. There's your enemy in bed beside you.

There are professional negotiators working for the writers and the actors, but basically you've got the writers and actors negotiating against businessmen. That's why you get rhetoric.

My personal opinion is that if someone writes honestly about war, it will inherently be anti-war.

It's problematic being an Arab who writes in Hebrew.

A revolution is not a dinner party, or writing an essay, or painting a picture, or doing embroidery.

I've always preferred writing about grey characters and human characters. Whether they are giants or elves or dwarves, or whatever they are, they're still human, and the human heart is still in conflict with the self.

They had ganged up on her, in the claustrophobic, loving way of families, and she wanted no more of it.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.

I am a woman who slept with my father the Pope. They say I did, at least, and so does he. And who am I to make of the Pope a liar, And who is he to make a liar of me?

As Solomon said in the Old Book, if two women squabble over which of them is the mother of a certain infant, the way to solve the problem is to cut the baby in half and share the baby in parts." "That's revolting." "Is it? I always wondered if that baby was a colicky brat and both women were really trying to pawn it off on the other one.

No one survives in times of war unless they make war their home. How did I get so old and wise, but for welcoming war into my house and making friends with him? Better to befriend the enemy and hang on. Something worse might come along, which might be amusing or might not.

There was much to hate in this world, and too much to love.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are, thought the Witch. None of us breaks free.

They had ganged up on her, in the claustrophobic, loving way of families, and she wanted no more of it. 7

For who was in thrall to whom, really? And could it ever be known? Each agent working in collusion and antagonism - like the cold and the sun alike creating a deadly spear of ice... Who is in thrall to whom? And while you wait to learn, the deadly icicle, formed by all opposing forces, falls and drives its cold nail into penetrable flesh.

As Solomon said in the Old Book, if two women squabble over which of them is the mother of a certain infant, the way to solve the problem is to cut the baby in half and share the baby in parts.

The madder the battle, the saner the peace.

The louder the cannon, the deafer the peacemakers.

Siblings Without Rivalry and How to Talk So Kids Will Listen and Listen So Kids Will Talk.

She eagerly meets society's rules and laws until they conflict with her own inner sense of justice—at which point she rejects them.