I've come up in the scripted world, and I have wished there were more time slots for us to tell compelling scripted stories and not fill the airwaves with a lot of fluff and tabloid entertainment.
I didn't spend a lot of time with prison guards, but my father was an assistant district attorney for a long time so I was always hearing stories about prisoners and prison guards.
I tend to like writing long stories in comics. I worked on 'Flash,' 'Teen Titans' and 'JSA' for years. I always like diving into characters.
I travel so much on stories, so I don't take vacation much, but one place I go back to again and again is my ranch.
I don't travel and tell stories, because that's not the way these days. But I write my books to be read aloud, and I think of myself in that oral tradition.
If two people believe in the same story, they might be thousands of miles apart and total strangers, but they still have a sense they can trust each other.
I think I do believe in the afterlife; I have heard stories from people who I can completely trust that have seen ghosts.
An autobiography is not about pictures; it's about the stories; it's about honesty and as much truth as you can tell without coming too close to other people's privacy.
Alexander Dyle: All right, get set for the story of my life. Reggie Lampert: Fiction or non-fiction?
Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] My kid brother looked like a tick about to pop!
Narrator: Was there no end to the conspiracy of irrational prejudice against Red Ryder and his peacemaker?
Narrator: Downtown Hohman was preparing for this yearly baccanalia of peace on Earth and goodwill to men.
Santosh Patel: Spectacle. Don't let the stories and pretty lights fool you, boys. Religion is darkness.
Falcor: Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest.
Tracy Lord: Oh, we're going to talk about me again, are we? Goody.
Commoner: We all want to forget something, so we tell stories. It's easier that way.
Donkey: We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!
Hard-ware store guy: He'll never make it to the Grotto.
Mr. Potato Head: That's *Mister* Potato Head to you, you back stabbing murderer!
Woody: Wait a minute, I just lit a rocket... Rockets explode!
Mr. Potato Head: Son of a building block! It's Woody!
