What’s on the paper, that tells a story that we want to tell. But what’s not on the paper, that’s what people remember.
This whole world is a story. I’ve read every page except the last one. I need to find out how it ends. I want to know what this all means.
Either I’m embellishing a story for shocking effect, or I’m the only one telling the truth in a room full of liars.
Brother cardinals, we need to go back to being prohibited. Inaccessible and mysterious. That’s the only way we will once again become desirable. That’s the only way great love stories are born. And I don’t want any more part-time believers. I want great love stories. I want fanatics for God. Because fanaticism is love.
You said people come here to change the story of their lives. I imagined a story where I didn’t have to be the damsel.[to William]