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The Holocaust story has been told and retold so many times.
We all have stories we're living and telling ourselves.
I'm first and foremost interested in the story, the characters.
Life is not a dream to be dreamed but a story to be written.
I think the story is my form.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Where's my wandering parakeet?
Dorothy: What's the number for 911?
A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order.
I find that movies tend to fix the aesthetics of a story in people's minds.
Don't let them tell us stories
Get lost in a story, in a dream fantasy...
Somalia is an important story in the world, and it needed to be told.
This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve.
There's not a lot of stories for women told by women in a very real, true voice.
Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of ...
Mom made me say it over and over, . If anyone truly knew everything, it would freak them out in a large way. It freaks the shit out of me too, so I get it. I have no clue how I know this stuff, I just do. Like how I know the orders of angels and demo...
Someday, I’ll gain telepathic powers like every other regular movie ghost and I will go all Freddie Krueger on his bony, little, rat arse!” I rolled my eyes, but kept marching down the street. “Then I’d have to go all Ghostbusters on yours.�...
Reading is merely a surrogate for thinking for yourself; it means letting someone else direct your thoughts. Many books, moreover, serve merely to show how many ways there are of being wrong, and how far astray you yourself would go if you followed t...
When she first saw him, she took him for a ghost. His jet-black hair fluttered in the breeze as he walked, letting her see his eyes. They seemed haunted, lost in some way. He was tall and gaunt, starkly pale in his black clothes. He was the very pict...
Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief ...
