Our photographs are filthier and our stories are more disgusting. We make no effort to be artistic.
I’d hire the devil himself as a writer if he gave me a good story...
To hell with the cost, if it’s a good story, I’ll make it.
Historians tell the story of the past, novelists the story of the present.
Since I was a kid, I’ve liked to see how things are done. Sometimes when you see how things are done, it’s like watching a ‘making of’ within the story. You see the physical aspect, the construction of things.
Fantasy allows you bend the world and the situation to more clearly focus on the moral aspects of what’s happening. In fantasy you can distill life down to the essence of your story.
This packrat has learned that what the next generation will value most is not what we owned, but the evidence of who we were and the tales of how we loved. In the end, it’s the family stories that are worth the storage.
As a historian, what I trust is my ability to take a mass of information and tell a story shaped around it.
From Ernest Hemingway’s stories, I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.
The universe is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of tiny stories.
Something deep within us drives accurate messiness into the neat channels of canonical stories.
The history of life is a tale of decimation and later stabilization of few surviving anatomies, not a story of steady expansion and progress.
So much of science proceeds by telling stories.
I wrote a lot of poetry that was based on stories of the sea and I was really inspired by that.
You want the story to end when it’s supposed to and not be squeezed for somebody’s financial gain.
There’s nothing more important than a good story.
Well, it’s more of a sane life to be part of an ensemble! I find that the work can be more specific too and I have to really make sure I know where I am in the story because I’m not in every scene.
Well, well, perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular fellow such as I am – my friends get round me – we chaff, we sparkle, we tell witty stories – and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have the gift of conversation. I’ve been told I ought to have a salon, whatever that may be.
I loved being asked 2,000 questions a day, storyboarding every move, knowing as though by instinct exactly where the camera had to be, because it was my story.
There is one story and one story only.