Marriage is like a book. The whole story takes place between the covers.
Of course it’s the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story.
And now you’ll be telling stories of my coming back and they won’t be false, and they won’t be true but they’ll be real.
We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story...
The creation story is ridiculous garbage. And has given us a completely false picture of our origin as a species and the origins of the cosmos. If you want a good mythical story it would be the life of Socrates.
One of the things I loved about the musical was that you listened to the soundtrack and it told you the story.
I hope I didn’t bore you too much with my life story.
There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler’s mind.
The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.
If you don’t turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else’s story.
People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it’s the other way around.
There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.
My own books drive themselves. I know roughly where a book is going to end, but essentially the story develops under my fingers. It’s just a matter of joining the dots.
But there was more to it than that. As the Amazing Maurice said, it was just a story about people and rats. And the difficult part of it was deciding who the people were, and who were the rats.
The thing about stories is you have to pick the ones that last.
Because some stories end, but old stories go on, and you gotta dance to the music if you want to stay ahead.
People wanted the world to be a story, because stories had to sound right and they had to make sense. People wanted the world to make sense.
And all the stories had, somewhere, the witch. The wicked old witch. And Tiffany had thought: Where’s the evidence?
Every story has a moral you just need to be clever enough to find it – the Dutchess.
And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, “The rest next time – ” “It is next time!” The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland.