Quotes About Narrative

I find that the most difficult thing in prose narrative is linking one thing with the other. The link might just be a sentence, or even a word. It sums up what has gone before and prepares one for what is to come.

I wrote this book because I wanted to narrate the great, and a truly nation-building, story of US manufacturing—and because I believe that without the preservation and reinvigoration of manufacturing, the United States has little chance to extricate itself from its current economic problems, meet the challenges posed by other large and globally more competitive nations, and remain a dynamic and innovative society for generations to come.

A cold case was a story, constructed piece by piece. Sometimes the pieces arrived in the wrong order so it made no sense at first...at the end, if you found all the pieces, you had a coherent tale. Sometimes, though, you ended up with a stack of ill-assorted bits that didn't quite fit...Then it was like one of those novels that won literary prizes, the ones where you got to the end, closed the book and asked yourself, 'What just happened here?

For years postmodernists have lectured us that there is no truth, no absolutes, no timeless protocols worthy of reverence; Trump is their Nemesis, who reifies their theories that truth is simply a narrative whose veracity is established by the degree of power and persuasion behind it.

True history being a mixture of all things, the true historian mingles in everything.

A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. Quid obscurum, quid divinum. Each historian traces, to some extent, the particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell.

True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do

In literature, death was many things—a message, catharsis, retribution

And you," Large Marge said. "What's your story, missy?" "I don't have a story." "Everyone has a story. Maybe yours just starts up here.

He is such an American, this son of mine. He thinks one's life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne. And how could he? I have protected him from all of that.

story is only sad if there's no happy ending. I guess I always believe in that ending.

Men tell stories", I say. It is the truest, simplest answer to his question. "Women get on with it.

Men tell stories," I say. It is the truest, simplest answer to his question. "Women get on with it. For us

Sometimes a story sneaks up on you, hits you hard and dares you to look away. That was the case with The Nightingale. In

He thinks one's life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne. And how could he? I have protected him from all of that.

He thinks one's life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne.

Everyone has a story. Maybe yours just starts up here.

Men tell stories. Women get on with it.

Remember that you control what you choose to believe in," I said. Anyone could look at our farm lives and see toil and squalor, or look at the same lives and see purpose, abundance, and joy. Same plot points, different story. "Very different things can be true simultaneously, and choosing the one with the better narrative is often extremely helpful.

I'm a writer. I just love telling stories." -Interview with Tasha Robinson, avclub.com February 14, 2001.

All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.

All this happened, more or less.

1492. As children we were taught to memorize this year with pride and joy as the year people began living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America. Actually, people had been living full and imaginative lives on the continent of North America for hundreds of years before that. 1492 was simply the year sea pirates began to rob, cheat, and kill them.

There is not a trace of blood anywhere except here, in my throat, where I am telling you all this.