I just want to be a part of great stories, whether I’m part of an amazing ensemble cast or I’m leading it or the antagonist or whatever.
I just want to be part of great stories that are told and for them to be relevant.
I think that if you’re serving yourself before you’re serving a story then that’s where you end up being not funny. It’s not about being funny, it’s about telling a story and then the comedy comes out of the situation, I think.
I’ve never pursued a role. I always hear stories about actors going after parts and I’m, like, ‘How do they do that?’ It seems so weird. It seems like a total myth or something.
The picture alone, without the written word, leaves half the story untold.
It’s hard to imagine that our love is a story with an end. But you know, at least I’m getting some really good songs out of it.
If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.
I’m going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
That’s the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.
Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain.
We’re trying to set up a movie for me in the near future. It’s going to be similar to the story of how I got discovered. Kinda like my own version of ‘8 Mile.’
I’m simply pointing out that what happens to us isn’t the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we’re not together.
And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.
And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.
And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.
I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.
Tarot is just stories on cards.
Old stories have a habit of being told and retold and changed. Each subsequent storyteller puts his or her mark upon it. Whatever truth the story once had is buried in bias and embellishment. The reasons do not matter as much as the story itself.
I think that’s a hallmark of a really good story that it has readers that it speaks to more than others.
Some stories wait their turn to be told, others just tap you on the shoulder and insist you tell them.