An actor is somebody who communicates someone else's words and emotions to an audience. It's not me. It's what writers want me to be.
I like working on stories where I can explore the darker corners of childhood without illustrations but with humor.
Above all mediums, through which storytelling is conveyed, none has the potential to draw us in, to hold us spellbound, but the unassuming book.
Azdaha were no joke. ... Not much is known about this dragon {the aforementioned Gandarw}, except that he apparently had yellow heels. I wonder why that was such an important detail. I mean if I were...
They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but with me it always ends up being well over a hundred thousand.
"I believe that we don't choose our stories," she began, leaning forward. "Our stories choose us." She paused and took a sip of water. Her hand, I noticed was steady.. "And if we don't tell them, then...
Each of us has been designed for one of two immortal functions, as either a storyteller or as a cross-legged listener to tales of wonder, love, and daring. When we cease to tell or listen, then we no...
So I found myself telling my own stories. It was strange: as I did it I realised how much we get shaped by our stories. It's like the stories of our lives make us the people we are. If someone had no...
In the words he's free, on the page he can be anything. A hero.
And then this happened. And then this other thing happened. Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you about the time this happened. I should've had this book over for a cup of coffee and a chat.
Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of...
You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.
Ideas come and go, stories stay.
Would you like to hear the night I bravely fought the
Oh, the accident necessary to fiction!
"Why, you mean you didn't get abducted and dragged across country purely to make us a story for us to chew over endlessly?" asked Pip, tossing his shock of tow-colored hair indignantly. "The nerve!"
Our family has survived a long time. We've weathered battles and transformations, enchantments and floods and fires. We've endured being sent away, and we've coped with evildoers in our midst. If I...
These stories become what we know, what we understand, and what we are, or, perhaps we should say, what we have become, or can perhaps be.
That guy in the corner. Never tells the truth, as a matter of principle. Why answer a question, he says, if you can tell a good story instead?
{Y}ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.
Storytelling was the most honored of all talents, for it benefited everyone.
People tell stories and it's up to those who listen whether to believe or not.Shouldn't the storyteller believe it.The storyteller should tell it.
My father never told us how the stories worked. He didn't reveal the layers, the nuggets of information, the fragments of truth and fantasy. He didn't need to -- because, given the right conditions,...
Stories are not like the real world; they aren't held back by what we know is false or true. What's important is how a story makes you feel inside.
Stories are a communal currency of humanity.
It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.
I keep on going with this sad and hungry and sordid, this limping and mutilated story, because after all I want you to hear it….By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in...
But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leaving out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.
I learned to separate the story from the writing, probably the most important thing that any storyteller has to learn- that there are a thousand right ways to tell a story, and ten million wrong ones,...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.