THERE IS A LOVELY LITTLE horror story about the peasant who started through the haunted wood—the wood that was, people said, inhabited by devils who took any mortal who came their way. But the peasant thought, as he walked slowly along: I am a good...
Perhaps you can relate to feeling in the middle, to having questions in the air. I don't know about you, but I hope to live a good story. To see things invisible and watch them come to life. The critics will probably always be there calling us fools ...
I have always thought that librarians are a little bit like doctors, travel agents and professors all rolled into one. We all know that a great story can lift spirits, take you anywhere in the world you want to go and in any time period to boot, and ...
My best advice is to first write for yourself and stay in your story and just pour all of your good stuff and bad stuff into it. By 'stuff,' I mean all the experiences and pleasures and little hurts that make up a life. Because even (and especially) ...
Ralphie: Hey Dad! I bet you never guess what I got you for Christmas! The Old Man: [staring blissfully into space] A new furnace? Ralphie: [chuckling] He he, that's a good one Dad! Randy: [lauging] He he he! Ralphie as Adult: My old man was one of th...
Tracy Lord: [Tracy and Mike have almost kissed. Both are very drunk] Has your mind taken hold again, dear professor? Macaulay Connor: Good thing, don't you agree? Tracy Lord: No, professor. Macaulay Connor: [angrily] Alright, lay off that "professor"...
C. K. Dexter Haven: Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should've stuck to me longer. Tracy Lord: I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon. C. K. Dexter Haven: Aaah, that's the old redhead. No bitterness, no recr...
Although I've written a few (a few) poems over the years, I am not a natural poet...and I remain in awe of people who are. The ability to evoke deep emotion, reveal a new facet of the world, or condense an entire story into the limited space and form...
I don't think there's any deep psychological reason. It isn't comparable, say, to America's involvement with Vietnam and the emotional scars that that has left behind. A much more cogent way of looking at it is that the British have suddenly realized...
Who came back from the grave and told the story?
Never tell your story to a deaf man.
Common goods, no goods.
I'm having a good time watching Shooter. He's a good kid. He's been a good son to me. He has never failed.
What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?
What's the use of stories that aren't even true?
Learn more and Know more.
...but what, in this life, is more personal than books?
Showing up is what counts.
Life is hard. After all, it kills you.
Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.
What barrier is there that love cannot break?
