They help me understand myself better.

We have story-makers and we have writers apparently most of the today’s writing falls into the first category.

Thomas Builds-the-Fire’s stories climbed into your clothes like sad, gave you itches that could not be scratched. If you repeated eve a sentence from one of those stories, your throat was never the same again....

Most of my lyrics are little stories about my experiences or those of my friends.

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, the...

We all tell stories–to ourselves and to each other. Some of learn to tell only the most interesting bits.

History is the stories we tell about the past.

Obituaries were among my favorite to write because they have elements no other news stories have – a story from start to finish with a proper conclusion.

If folks don’t like the way you look, they almost never take the time to find anything out about you. They just make up their own stories

Why do bad things happen to good people?”Because it makes a good story.

Crime stories are our version of sitting round a camp fire and telling tales. We enjoy being scared under safe circumstances. That’s why there’s no tradition of crime writing in countries that have wars.

But bad luck makes good stories.

I did not want to tell her what happened, but I had to now. I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where...

Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her...

When I was growing up in the U.S. in the 1970s, 35-40% of an average nightly newscast focused on international stories.

Those who are coming from the gutters know that from time to time a piece of us will break off and float back to the floor from whence it came. Wealth can gray your eyes...

Three rules to obey!1. Don’t be over-impressed by your past glories! 2. Don’t be scared by your future stories!3. Be hopeful to get out of today’s miseries!

Books are always obviously having conversations with other books, and some times they’re amiable and sometimes not.

If there is such a thing as a universal–and I wasn’t ready to throw all of mine out the window–it’s that there is power in a story. And if someone pays you such a kindness...

Stories are the single most powerful weapon in a leader’s arsenal

Widge can see the past.” Poppet says suddenly. “That’s why his stories are so good.” “The past is easier,” Widget says. “It’s already there.””In the stars?” Bailey asks.”No.” Widget says. “On people. The past stays...

There are only three possible endings —aren’t there? — to any story: revenge, tragedy or forgiveness. That’s it. All stories end like that.

Literature, the act of writing, affirms life, however dark the story it tells.

These stories were very old, as old as people, and they had survived because they were very powerful indeed. They were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them...

Have I heard all the stories I need to hear?” she asked, stupidly. But he answered as if it were a good question.”No, you haven’t. But you don’t have time to hear any more from...

You will ask me, after this, why, I didn’t tell you this before. It is because I know how powerful a story can be. It can change the course of history. It can save a...

I wish I’d paid better attention. I didn’t yet think of time as finite. I didn’t fully appreciate the stories she told me until I became adult, and by then I had to make do...

It’s my business,” he said. Pouted. Looked at the ground.If you only eat unsalted food, fresh food, we believe you make Lasirèn vexed, for salt is the creatures of the sea, and good for the...

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what couldI tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating...

To call up modern versions of the old stories, one has to go forth and live life. As a result then, one will have the challenge of not only living the story, taking it all...

He knew all the stories. His grandfather had given them to him when he sat between the old man’s knees as a child. It was a comfort, though, to hear them again. To call them...

They rode up the faint marks of the old trace where thousands of sojourners walking and riding both had crossed it and before them the buffalo far back in time. She joined the stream of...

Their story, yours, mine – it’s what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.

I am drawn to Americana, and I am drawn to gothic stories, and I love American gothic stories.

The stories we pretend do not exist, are the stories that will haunt us till the end.

If the story-tellers could ha’ got decency and good morals from true stories, who’d have troubled to invent parables?

God is up to something, but you will never know unless you figure out the difference between who is the messenger carrying your future and who is the person holding you back.

Live as if they’re going to tell stories about you.

These stories, I realized, were lost. Nobody was going to know that part of the city but as a place where a bomb went off. The bomb was going to become the story of this...

Stories do not change, only the lives they live in do.

I would say try to tell stories that you care about as opposed to stories that you think will sell.

…stories want to be told. Stories have a power of their own … you can’t write a story until you’ve felt it. Breathed it in. Walked with your characters. Talked with them.

Lunatics are writers whose works write them, Bat.” “Not all lunatics are writers, Mrs. Rey-believe me.” “But most writers are lunatics, Bat-believe me. The human world is made up of stories, not people.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI’ll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of fire. And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you can possibly imagine.

I believe stories have a will of their own, one that surpasses in volition that of their teller. In realms of Storytelling, stories control their bearers, and eventually, their hearers as well.

I was born into a town and a family and the town ad my family happened to me. I own none of it. It is everyone’s. It is shareware. I like it, I like having...

Si una noche de invierno un viajero, fuera del poblado de Malbork, asomándose desde la abrupta costa sin temor al viento y al vértigo, mira hacia abajo donde la sombra se adensa en una red...

A book is simply a snap shot of the full story.

…but there are stories that cannot begin at their beginning, and perhaps this is one of them.