Stories beat facts every time.
Stories are like people. Loving them doesn’t make them perfect. You just try and cherish them, overlook their flaws.
Sometimes stories are just stories.
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.
It’s not beginning the story that I fear, it’s not knowing how it will end.
Isn’t the pleasure of a story in discovering the ending yourself?[to Bernard]
If you don’t want a story to be told, it’s better to tell it yourself.
I’m interested in why people tell the stories they tell. What inspired the storyteller. What terrified them.
I don’t wanna be in a story. All I want is to not look forward or back. I just wanna be… in the moment I’m in.
