If he was not exactly a Spartan, he was, you might say, spartanatical. Things happened to you; they were good,or they were bad - and that was the truth about everything.
Am I sure? Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
There are men everywhere who talk and talk, saying nothing. I am afraid I am becoming one of that kind.
When writing fiction, you learn to only put things and characters in, that are going to progress your story. There is something to be learned about that approach in real life
Aside from a very select few, there are no overnight success stories. Most of the time that single step took a thousand miles to get to it.
Storytelling wasn't about making things up. It was more like inviting the stories to come through her, let themselves be told.
A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Stories have the ability to take us inside all kinds of life.
Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of fire. And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you can possibly imagine.
Historical novels are, without question, the best way of teaching history, for they offer the human stories behind the events and leave the reader with a desire to know more.
Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?
I didn't want to remember...yet in remembering, it dawned on me - finally - just how far down God had reached to free me.
Soul Mates psychically sense their Exalted Bond through the sweet whispers of their Soul."-Author Serena Jade
Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story. Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems not to have either) and a meaning.
To refrain from storytelling is perhaps one of the highest forms of respect we can pay. Those people, with no stories to circle them, can die without being misunderstood.
There's not a lot I can fix for her anymore. Band-Aid and bedtime story days are almost over. This, I can fix with a simple Welcome.
His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.
It was exactly the sort of thing I needed to be reading that afternoon: a story where, no matter how bad things got, you knew everything was going to turn out fine in the end.
I'm sorry to burden you,' she said. She felt like a crybaby. 'What can we do with our stories,' he said, 'but tell them?
it smelled the way a garage would smell if you left a bear inside it for too long.
Sometimes I feel like relationships consist of telling your same life stories to different people until someone finally appreciates them.
