I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [. . . ].
A witty illustration or an apt story will accomplish more than columns of argument.
I knew I would be in the story somewhere," Eugenides interjected. "Oh no," said Phresine, "This was a humble servant. " "Ouch. " "Though very courageous. " "Not me," whispered Eugenides to his pillow.
That MySpace is the story of the year. Everyone but my mother is on it.
A good [short story] would take me out of myself and then stuff me back in, outsized, now, and uneasy with the fit.
Indeed if we Christians so tell our story that Judaism is silenced, then we have not spoken rightly of Christ.
When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.
Stories are invented: Juncker wants to introduce the euro everywhere or immediately deepen the EU - although I publicly stated the opposite that same day.
When I started, I was an artist; I wanted to be an artist. I became an actor almost by accident. I acted for fifteen years and tried to produce. I looked for stories that were the story beneath the story that you thought you knew, like 'The Candidate'.
There's nothing wrong with technology. It's when technology is the story and not the artist, that's the problem.
I think this is the greatest and best country in all the world, with its great sunlit spaces and its long long roads, and best of all the roads that are not made yet, and the stories that no one has told because they are too busy living them.
The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.
I simply want to tell the story of my experiments with truth. . . as my life consists of nothing but those experiments.
I believe in the dull lie - make your story boring enough and no one will question it.
The Golden Compass is one of the best fantasy adventure stories that I have read. This is a book no one should miss.
If the story's there for it, if there's a reason for it, then I'm all for it. But if you throw in a barbed wire match just to do a barbed wire match, then it makes no sense to me.
Love is pointless. It’s the same sad sad story of with the same inevitable ending of miserable deterioration.
I always know exactly where my stories take place, which gives me something certain so I can use my imagination for the other stuff. I worry though, who wants to keep reading stories about Kalamazoo?
I’m a poet. And then I put the poetry in the drama. I put it in short stories, and I put it in the plays. Poetry’s poetry. It doesn’t have to be called a poem, you know.
That was the challenge. How can you tell the story here and make sure it goes the same way on the other side of the world?