I tell it stories now and then and feed it images like honey. I will not speculate today with poems that think they’re money.
There are no really new stories anymore.
A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
We remember the details of our story, we do not invent them.
A story is how we construct our experiences.
In the writing process, the more a story cooks, the better.
I keep on having ideas and developments. Some happen and some don’t, but I still always have a way of telling a story.
A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told.
Anyone can have a once-upon-a-time or a happily-ever-after, but it’s the journey between that makes the story worth telling.
The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts.
I’m not a natural story-teller. Put a keyboard in front of me and I’m fine, but stand me up in front of an audience and I’m actually quite shy and reserved.
I just use my life story as a kind of device on which to hang comic observations. It’s not my interest or instinct to tell the world anything pertinent about myself or my family.
In seeking truth you have to get both sides of a story.
And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.
I hadn’t written a love story before and I hadn’t written a novel with a happy ending before.
Frankly, I’m mainly telling the story to myself. Thinking about audience is too daunting, and worst case, invites you to homogenize, to soften the hard edges of things.
He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
The difference between a broadcaster and a host is that a host tells stories and dumb jokes, but a broadcaster can articulate deeper like, you know – things and stuff.
My father used to tell me stories before I fell asleep. When the children would gather, at a certain point, I had a tendency to make up my own elementary variations on stories I had heard, or to invent totally new ones.
The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.