Quotes About Storytelling

So what comes naturally to me is writing lyrics and writing songs and telling stories.

As far as the 'Mad Men' thing, I love 'Mad Men.' It's one of my favorite shows; I think it's an amazing series.

Through these years, I have attempted to create magical moments between my characters because, be it television or films, life is about the moments we create while living through it.

When I work, I think mainly in terms of dramatic choices.

For me, film is an extremely powerful way of conveying a message to a mainstream audience.

Getting the chance at 40 to make up stories that other people would draw and other people would then read is pretty weird.

I used to make up stories about my father. I would go to the movies and look for a character who looked like my father.

I just feel so lucky to tell stories and make up stories and share them with people.

I can make up stories with the best of them. I've been telling stories since I was a little kid.

You're only making movies for two reasons: Because you have something to say or because you want to entertain people.

I like making movies.

I love making movies.

You can't make a movie about making movies - it's boring.

What drew me into making movies is trying to make characters that step off the screen.

Making movies is what I'm good at. Cinema is the means through which I can best express myself.

Live life before making movies, because you cannot make films about life, without having lived one.

I was the kind of kid who was always making up stories and adventures.

When I was little, I used to spend a lot of time making up stories when I was put to bed.

I have been addicted to crime since I was born. I was making up crime stories when I was a 4- or 5-year-old kid.

The simple, sweet films without the star power often manage to tell a better story.

The film-school mantra is that if you don't tell your own stories, nobody will.

When you grow up to be an author and write books, you'll think you're making the books up, but they'll all really be true, somewhere.

For if I won't leap up and ride, who will? And, if no one will ride, when at last the spangly caravan is over, silence rules, and we are left staring across an empty street into the blank of each other's eyes, who will tell about the drums and the cartwheels of light? Who will say what marvel it was swept by?

Did she really remember that day so clearly or was she making it up as she went along?