You have a past. You have a story, just waiting to be claimed.[to Soji]
When the Great Library burned, the first 10,000 years of stories were reduced to ash. But those stories never really perished, they became a new story. The story of the fire itself. Of man’s urge to take a thing of beauty and strike the match.
What unites people? Armies? Gold? Flags? Stories. There’s nothing in the world more powerful than a good story. Nothing can stop it. No enemy can defeat it.
The stories are best left to the guests.
Stories don’t disappear, they change. They become different stories.
Stories beat facts every time.
Sometimes a story ends before it’s over with unanswered questions, unresolved plots, lingering suspense, blanketing the world like snow. Or like smoke from a suspicious fire.
No writer worth his salt can resist a good story, just as no politician can resist making promises he can’t keep.
My story isn’t finished yet.
Just because you have the picture doesn’t mean you have the whole story.
Isn’t the pleasure of a story in discovering the ending yourself?[to Bernard]
For starters they think that this place is just a fairy tale. Like a legend, like we’re all just characters in a story.
