Quotes About Narrative

Simplifying people was a way of not having to think too much about them, to make them fit into your own story. People were inconvenient, though. Behind the idea of a person you constructed to suit yourself, the people you loved had their own stories- whole worlds going on inside- and you ignored them at your peril.

It was a thread woven through all of humankind: this need for story to explain the unexplainable, to comfort the hurting, to promise that no one was alone. Evie's uncle Will had said there was no greater power on earth than story. And in this shared moment, Memphis knew that it was so.

There is no greater power on this earth than story....

Go on, darling," she said, batting her lashes. "Tell them the rest." "Riiiight," Sam said, suppressing a smirk.

There is no greater power on this earth than story. The Diviners by Libba Bray page 407 paragraph 4 sentence 1

New Historical

Wrinkles? They just tell the story of your life

The past has a will of its own. It wants to be heard.

I think video games are going to completely take over storytelling in our society. Video games are not a fad.

When the storytelling goes bad in a society, the result is decadence.

There is no society that does not highly value fictional storytelling. Ever.

If you want to change society then you must tell an alternative story.

I´ve read the first pages of the script, it´s all about Jesus, He is the principal performer.

Life is your own movie. Not Gods.

Because we are all connected, we are meant to share our "story" with the world. It strengthens both the story teller and the listener.

Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.

What am I to do?' if I can answer the prior question 'Of what story or stories do I find myself a part?

Man is essentially a story-telling animal, but a teller of stories that aspire to truth.

History is neither a prison nor a museum, nor is it a set of materials for self-congratulation.

It's an ancient technique known as lying, Khouri.

From fire, water, the passage of time, neglectful readers, and the hand of the censor, each of my books has escaped to tell me its story.

But who shall be the master? The writer or the reader?

To say "I" is to draw a circle in which writer and reader share a common existence within the margins of the page, where reality and unreality rub off each other, where words and what the words name contaminate each other.

Every story is a palimpsest, composed of layers of tellings and retellings, and every time we think we are parroting a well-known anecdote the words shed their feathers and sprout new ones for the occasion.