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Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.
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fiction
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stories
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Hilary Mantel |
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When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story's voice makes everything its own.
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story
reading
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John Berger |
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Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.
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story
writing
eye-contact
profession
creative-process
storytelling
introverts
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John Green |
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Do not lose hope -- what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')
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story
trust
life
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Neil Gaiman |
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Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.
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story
light
darkness
stories
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Kate DiCamillo |
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Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.
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myth
truth-telling
story
inspirational
journalism
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Joseph Campbell |
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All children mythologise their birth. It is a universal trait. You want to know someone? Heart, mind and soul? Ask him to tell you about when he was born. What you get won't be the truth: it will be a story. And nothing is more telling than a story.
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myth
story
truth
children
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Diane Setterfield |
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If you are not the hero of your own story, then you're missing the whole point of your humanity.
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story
humanity
motivational
success
happiness
life
inspirational
hero
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Steve Maraboli |
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It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.
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story
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Arundhati Roy |
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Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out. In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys. It's loss and regret and misery and yearning that drive the story forward, along its twisted road.
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unhappiness
story
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Margaret Atwood |
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A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.
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story
metamorphosis
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Neil Gaiman |
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The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
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story
reading
reader
stories
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.
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story
world
sunrise
stories
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Terry Pratchett |
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Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each.
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story
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Neil Gaiman |
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No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
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words
story
history
humanity
reality
semiotics
truthful
narrative
memory
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Roger Zelazny |
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The story is one that you and I will construct together in your memory. If the story means anything to you at all, then when you remember it afterward, think of it, not as something I created, but rather as something that we made together.
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story
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Orson Scott Card |
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There are no happy endings... There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories - perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years - and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.
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story
fantasy
life
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Charles deLint |
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It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.
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story
inspirational
beautiful
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Kazuo Ishiguro |
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To see that your life is a story while you're in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.
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story
living
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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The truth of the story lies in the details.
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story
truth
tension
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Paul Auster |
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Storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they frighten usurpers of the right-to-freedom of the human spirit -- in state, in church or mosque, in party congress, in the university or wherever.
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story
storytellers
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Chinua Achebe |
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Don't you think it's rather nice to think that we're in a book that God's writing? If I were writing a book, I might make mistakes. But God knows how to make the story end just right--in the way that's best for us.
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story
reading
writing
god
life
nesbit
railway
christian
mistakes
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E. Nesbit |
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Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.
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story
reading
books
stories
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Anne Fadiman |
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Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.
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story
storytelling
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Charles de Lint |
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By Aladdin's lamplit scrotum, man! Everything is a story. What is there but stories? Stories are the only truth.
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story
stories
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Christopher Moore |
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A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
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story
truth
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Jacqueline Carey |
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In a culture that is becoming ever more story-stupid, in which a representative of the Coca-Cola company can, with a straight face, pronounce, as he donates a collection of archival Coca-Cola commercials to the Library of Congress, that 'Coca-Cola has become an integral part of people's lives by helping to tell these stories,' it is perhaps not surprising that people have trouble teaching and receiving a novel as complex and flawed as Huck Finn, but it is even more urgent that we learn to look passionately and technically at stories, if only to protect ourselves from the false and manipulative ones being circulated among us.
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story
manipulation
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George Saunders |
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I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Pearl White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught - in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too - in a net of good and evil. I think this is the only story we have and that it occurs on all levels of feeling and intelligence. Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on field and river and mountain, on economy and manners. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?
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john-steinbeck
evil
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John Steinbeck |
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There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of beind except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And . . . in whatever . . . place by whatever . . . name or by no name at all . . . all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.
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story
world
imagination
tale
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.
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story
names
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Cormac McCarthy |
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Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find a book that has both good story and good words, treasure that book.
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words
story
literature
language
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Stephen King |
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I don't know: perhaps it's a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I'll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don't know, that's all words), never wake (all words, there's nothing else). You must go on, that's all I know. They're going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They're going to abandon me. It will be the silence, for a moment (a good few moments). Or it will be mine? The lasting one, that didn't last, that still lasts? It will be I? You must go on. I can't go on. You must go on. I'll go on. You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me. (Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it's done already. Perhaps they have said me already. Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story. (That would surprise me, if it opens.) It will be I? It will be the silence, where I am? I don't know, I'll never know: in the silence you don't know. You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.
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suicide
words
story
silence
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Samuel Beckett |
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Stories are able to help us to become more whole, to become Named. And Naming is one of the impulses behind all art; to give a name to the cosmos, we see despite all the chaos.
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story
personality
identity
cosmos
chaos
stories
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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I think the difference between a lie and a story is that a story utilizes the trappings and appearance of truth for the interest of the listener as well as of the teller. A story has in it neither gain nor loss. But a lie is a device for profit or escape. I suppose if that definition is strictly held to, then a writer of stories is a liar - if he is financially fortunate.
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story
writer
john-steinbeck
lie
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John Steinbeck |
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Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.
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story
writing
plot
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Stephen King |
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Story is the umbilical cord that connects us to the past, present, and future. Family. Story is a relationship between the teller and the listener, a responsibility. . . . Story is an affirmation of our ties to one another.
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story
art
connection
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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The true story of every person in this world is not the story you see, the external story. The true story of each person is the journey of his or her heart.
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story
heart
life
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John Eldredge Brent Curtis |
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Jesus was not a theologian. He was God who told stories.
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story
jesus
narrative
theology
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Sometimes, when you're deep in the countryside, you meet three girls, walking along the hill tracks in the dusk, spinning. They each have a spindle, and on to these they are spinning their wool, milk-white, like the moonlight. In fact, it is the moonlight, the moon itself, which is why they don't carry a distaff. They're not Fates, or anything terrible; they don't affect the lives of men; all they have to do is to see that the world gets its hours of darkness, and they do this by spinning the moon down out of the sky. Night after night, you can see the moon getting less and less, the ball of light waning, while it grown on the spindles of the maidens. Then, at length, the moon is gone, and the world has darkness, and rest..... ...on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising above the sea....Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more....
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story
three-girls
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Mary Stewart |
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"Write about us," Robinson urged. "Tell our story." And I did it; I told our story. You hold it in your hands."
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story
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James Patterson |
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Always stick to the story. It was when you started backtracking that people got in trouble. Interrogation 101.
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story
people
trouble
interrogation
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Nicholas Sparks |
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Stories set in the Culture in which Things Went Wrong tended to start with humans losing or forgetting or deliberately leaving behind their terminal. It was a conventional opening, the equivalent of straying off the path in the wild woods in one age, or a car breaking down at night on a lonely road in another.
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story
trope
safety
technology
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Iain M. Banks |
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Storytelling awakens us to that which is real. Honest. . . . it transcends the individual. . . . Those things that are most personal are most general, and are, in turn, most trusted. Stories bind. . . . They are basic to who we are. A story composite personality which grows out of its community. It maintains a stability within that community, providing common knowledge as to how things are, how things should be -- knowledge based on experience. These stories become the conscience of the group. They belong to everyone.
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story
culture
conscience
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.
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story
listen
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Francesca Lia Block |
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That is the way we decided to talk, free and easy, two young men discussing a boxing match. That was the only way to talk. You couldn't let too much truth seep into your conversation, you couldn't admit with your mouth what your eyes had seen. If you opened the door even a centimeter, you would smell the rot outside and hear the screams. You did not open the door. You kept your mind on the tasks of the day, the hunt for food and water and something to burn, and you saved the rest for the end of the war.
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story
history
inspirational
ww2
russian
world-war-ii
pessimism
jews
russia
jewish
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David Benioff |
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So it's happened, I kept thinking, you're in the middle of a story exactly as you've always wanted, and it's horrible. Fear tastes quite different when you're not just reading about it, Meggie, and playing hero wasn't half as much fun as I'd expected.
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story
hero
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Cornelia Funke |
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Everyone has a story; everyone hides his past as a means of self-preservation. Some just do it better, and more thoroughly, than others.
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story
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Jodi Picoult |
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Some people love their story that much even if it's of their own misery, even if it ties them to unhappiness, or they don't know how to stop telling it. Maybe it's about loving coherence more than comfort, but it might also be about fear--you have to die a little to be reborn, and death comes first, the death of a story, a familiar version of yourself
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story
comfort
fear
unknown
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Rebecca Solnit |
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If we are inclined to forget how much there is in the world besides that which we anticipate, then works of art are perhaps a little to blame, for in them we find at work the same process of simplification or selection as in the imagination. Artistic accounts include severe abbreviations of what reality will force upon us. A travel book may tell us, for example, that the narrator journeyed through the afternoon to reach the hill town of X and after a night in its medieval monastery awoke to a misty dawn. But we never simply 'journey through an afternoon'. We sit in a train. Lunch digests awkwardly within us. The seat cloth is grey. We look out the window at a field. We look back inside. A drum of anxieties resolves in our consciousness. We notice a luggage label affixed to a suitcase in a rack above the seats opposite. We tap a finger on the window ledge. A broken nail on an index finger catches a thread. It starts to rain. A drop wends a muddy path down the dust-coated window. We wonder where our ticket might be. We look back at the field. It continues to rain. At last, the train starts to move. It passes an iron bridge, after which it inexplicably stops. A fly lands on the window And still we may have reached the end only of the first minute of a comprehensive account of the events lurking within the deceptive sentence 'He journeyed through the afternoon'. A storyteller who provides us with such a profusion of details would rapidly grow maddening. Unfortunately, life itself often subscribes to this mode of storytelling, wearking us out with repetitions, misleading emphases[,] and inconsequential plot lines. It insists on showing us Burdak Electronics, the safety handle in the car, a stray dog, a Christmas card[,] and a fly that lands first on the rim and then the centre of a laden ashtray. Which explains the curious phenomenon whereby valuable elements may be easier to experience in art and in anticipation than in reality. The anticipatory and artistic imaginations omit and compress; they cut away the periods of boredom and direct our attention to critical moments, and thus, without either lying or embellishing, they lend to life a vividness and a coherence that it may lack in the distracting woolliness of the present.
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writing
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Alain de Botton |
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Novelists when they write novels tend to take an almost godlike attitude toward their subject, pretending to a total comprehension of the story, a man's life, which they can therefore recount as God Himself might, nothing standing between them and the naked truth, the entire story meaningful in every detail. I am as little able to do this as the novelist is, even though my story is more important to me than any novelist's is to him - for this is my story; it is the story of a man, not of an invented, or possible, or idealized, or otherwise absent figure, but of a unique being of flesh and blood, Yet, what a real living human being is made of seems to be less understood today than at any time before, and men - each one of whom represents a unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature - are therefore shot wholesale nowadays. If we were not something more than unique human beings, if each one of us could really be done away with once and for all by a single bullet, storytelling would lose all purpose. But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.
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story
religion
hermann-hesse
human-beings
novel
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Hermann Hesse |
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There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.
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story
dark
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Jodi Picoult |
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Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, save so far as an excited horror, a promoted pity, a created expertness... proceed to read into them more or less fantastic figures.
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story
writing
horror
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Henry James |
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When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.
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story
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Is there anyone's life story you don't want to know?" "Not really." His expression was unexpectedly serious. "Because people make a story of their lives. Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph--you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into each category. You can learn a lot about what you put into each category by your reaction to them. They teach you about yourself without ever intending to do it--and they teach you a lot about life."
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life
rennick
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Michelle Sagara West |
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If you want to know someone's story, they have to tell it aloud. But every time, the telling is a little but different. It's new, even to me.
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story
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Jodi Picoult |
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Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.
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story
imagination
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Salvador Plascencia |
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Society in itself is no great harm, but unsatisfied social aspirations are a bad and ugly business. We must certainly accept, and we will.
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story
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leo-tolstoy
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Leo Tolstoy |
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Music shouldn't be just a tune, it should be a touch.
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story
writing
music
song
motivational
philosophy
wisdom
inspirational
advertisement
album
alliterations
amit-kalantri
amit-kalantri-quotes
amit-kalantri-writer
background-music
background-score
band
catch-lines
catchphrases
concert
drums
michael-jackson
movie-dialogue
music-director
music-industry
music-quotes
musicians
playing
pop
script-writing
scriptwriting
speechwriting
tag-lines
vocal
singer
book-writing
essay
script
instruments
sound
proverbs
rock
creative-writing
rhetoric
guitar
singing
novel-writing
movie
public-speaking
quotes
tune
movies
melody
characters
knowledge
speech
artist
soul
touch
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Amit Kalantri |
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We are contemporary citizens living in a technological world. Swimming in crosscultural waters can be dangerous, and if you are honest you can't stay there very long. Sooner or later you have to look at your own reflection and decide what to do with yourself. We are urban people. We make periodic pilgrimages to the country. . . . If we align ourselves with the spirit of place we will find humility fused with joy. The land holds stories.
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know.
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live
story
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. Having that real though limited power to put established institutions into question, imaginative literature has also the responsibility of power. The storyteller is the truthteller.
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story
literature
imagination
science-fiction
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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It is, I think, the rarest of leisure, hard work mixed with hard pleasure, to refine one's time of deep thought or light regard into the utterly self-absorbed and equally and abundantly outward-seeking shape of the personal essay -- a story comprised of found fact, of analyzed emotion, of fictive memory.
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story
personal-essay
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Barry Lopez |
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I'd realized that in writing happiness is useless-without suffering there is no story.
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story
suffering
writing
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Isabel Allende |
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When you enter the woods of a fairy tale and it is night, the trees tower on either side of the path. They loom large because everything in the world of fairy tales is blown out of proportion. If the owl shouts, the otherwise deathly silence magnifies its call. The tasks you are given to do (by the witch, by the stepmother, by the wise old woman) are insurmountable - pull a single hair from the crescent moon bear's throat; separate a bowl's worth of poppy seeds from a pile of dirt. The forest seems endless. But when you do reach the daylight, triumphantly carrying the particular hair or having outwitted the wolf; when the owl is once again a shy bird and the trees only a lush canopy filtering the sun, the world is forever changed for your having seen it otherwise. From now on, when you come upon darkness, you'll know it has dimension. You'll know how closely poppy seeds and dirt resemble each other. The forest will be just another story that has absorbed you, taken you through its paces, and cast you out again to your home with its rattling windows and empty refrigerator - to your meager livelihood, which demands, inevitably, that you write about it.
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story
writing
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Elizabeth J. Andrew |
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Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.
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story
people
love
eyes
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Sophie Kinsella |
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We're the villains you root for in the story.
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story
good
anti-heroes
bad
villians
evil
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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In life, every ending is just the start of another story.
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story
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Julian Barnes |
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There was a man here, lashed himself to a spar as his ship went down, and for seven days and seven nights he was on the sea, and what kept him alive while others drowned was telling himself stories like a madman, so that as one ended another began. On the seventh day he had told all the stories he knew and that was when he began to tell himself as if he were a story, from the earliest beginnings to his green and deep misfortune. The story he told was of a man lost and found, not once, but many times, as he choked his way out of the waves. And the night fell, he saw the Cape Wrath light, only lit a week it was, but it was, and he knew that if he became the story of the light, he might be saved. With his last strength he began to paddle towards it, arms on either side of the spar, and in his mind the light became a shining rope, pulling him in. He took hold of it, tied it round his waist, and at that moment, the keeper saw him, and ran for the rescue boat.
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story
light
saved
lost
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Under every roof, a story, just as behind every brow, a history
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story
tale
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Gregory Maguire |
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But I have already told the beginning, so right now it's the middle. And Zeb is in the middle of the story about Zeb. He is in the middle of his own story. I am not in this part of the story; it hasn't come to the part with me. But I'm waiting, far off in the future. I'm waiting for the story of Zeb to join up with mine. The story of Toby. The story I am in right now, with you.
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story
storytelling
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Margaret Atwood |
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You're in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.
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story
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Peter S. Beagle |
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Our fundamental tactic of self-protection, self-control, and self-definition is not spinning webs or building dams, but telling stories, and more particularly connecting and controlling the story we tell others - and ourselves - about who we are.
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story
self
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Daniel C. Dennett |
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"Unlike me, he realized that Dustfinger would do anything in return for such a promise. All he wants is to go back to his own world. He doesn't even stop to ask if his story there has a happy ending!" "Well, that's no different from real life," remarked Elinor gloomily. "You never know if things will turn out well. Just now our own story looks like it's coming to a bad end."
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story
life
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Cornelia Funke |
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We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...
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story
storytelling
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Gregory Maguire |
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And I'll stop with the lecture now. I don't like people much--they irritate and annoy me. But I'm fascinated by them anyway.
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story
people
rennick
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Michelle Sagara West |
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I've allowed some of these points to stand, because this is a book of memory, and memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make it tell a truthful story.
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story
writing
nonfiction
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Tobias Wolff |
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"It was Stevenson, I think, who most notably that there are some places that simply demand a story should be told of them. ... After all, perhaps Stevenson had only half of the matter. It is true there are places which stir the mind to think that a story must be told about them. But there are also, I believe, places which have their story stored already, and want to tell this to us, through whatever powers they can; through our legends and lore, through our rumors, and our rites. By its whispering fields and its murmuring waters, by the wailing of its winds and the groaning of its stones, by what it chants in darkness and the songs it sings in light, each place must reach out to us, to tell us, tell us what it holds. ("The Axholme Toll")"
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story
genius-loci
robert-louis-stevenson
location
psychogeography
place
horror
legend
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Mark Valentine |
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Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about Jesus or whatever.
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sleep
story
happy
people
jesus
funny
religion
truth
docile
frightened
population
terrifying
delusion
terrified
dying
scared
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Neal Stephenson |
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"It's a very remarkable story." "Remarkable's a well-chosen word. It doesn't give you away." --
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story
review
remarkable
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James Hilton |
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Just imagine the existence of a man - let us call him A - who has left youth far behind, and of a woman whom we may call B, who is young and happy and has seen nothing as yet of life or of the world. Family circumstances of various kinds brought them together, and he grew to love her as a daughter, and had no fear that his love would change its nature. But he forgot that B was so young, that life was still a May-game to her and that it was easy to fall in love with her in a different way, and that this would amuse her. He made a mistake and was suddenly aware of another feeling, as heavy as remorse, making its way into his heart, and he was afraid. He was afraid that their old friendly relations would be destroyed, and he made up his mind to go away before that happened.
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story
quote
leo-tolstoy
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Leo Tolstoy |
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In our modern age, there are writers who have heaped scorn on the very idea of the primacy of story. I'd rather warm my hands on a sunlit ice floe than try to coax fire from the books they carve from glaciers.
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story
writing
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Pat Conroy |
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There were thousands of households throughout that city and there was something happening in all of them. There was some kind of story in each, but self-contained. No one else knew. No one else cared.
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story
knew
self-contained
something-happening
household
city
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Markus Zusak |
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I am dust and my story ends here.
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story
ends
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Hanif Kureishi |
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"Every life is a mystery. And every story of every life is a mystery. But it is not what happens that is the mystery. It is whether it has to happen no matter what, whether it is ordered and ordained, fixed and fated, or whether it can be missed, avoided, circumvented, passed by; that is the mystery. If she had not come along the Via Piemonte that day, would it still have happened? If she had come along the Via Piemonte that day, but ten minutes later than she did, would it still have happened? Therein lies the real mystery. And no one ever knows, and no one ever will. ("For The Rest Of Her Life")"
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fate
story
free-will
life
random-chance
mystery
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Cornell Woolrich |
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dstnh hrgz bh pyn nmy rsnd. rwy st khh m`mwl Sdysh r dr nqTh y jdhb w hnrmndnh qT` my khnd; khl hmh sh hmyn st.
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story
storytelling
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J.D. Salinger |
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All men needed to hear their stories told. He was a man, but if he died without telling the story he would be something less than that, an albino cockroach, a louse. The dungeon did not udnerstand the idea of as tory. The dungeon was static, eternal, black and a story needed motion adn tiem and light. He felt his story slipping away from him, beocming inconsequential, ceasing to be. He has no story. There was no story. He was not a man. There was no man here. There was only the dungeon, and the slithering dark.
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story
medical-humanities
narrative
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Salman Rushdie |
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Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest.
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story
music
peter-the-wolf
listening
voice
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Terry Tempest Williams |
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Or was Chris thinking, as I was, that if we went to the police and told our story, our faces would be splashed on the front pages of every newspaper in the country? Would the glare of publicity make up for what we'd lose? Our privacy-our need to stay together? Could we lose each other just to get even?
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story
front-page
newpaper
faces
lose
together
privacy
newspapers
thinking
police
stories
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V.C. Andrews |
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Story, as I understood it by reading Faulkner, Hardy, Cather, and Hemingway, was a powerful and clarifying human invention. The language alone, as I discovered it in Gerard Manley Hopkins and Faulkner, was exquisitely beautiful, also weirdly and mysteriously evocative.
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story
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Barry Lopez |
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"It was after a Frontline television documentary screened in the US in 1995 that the Freyds' public profile as aggrieved parents provoked another rupture within the Freyd family, when William Freyd made public his own discomfort. 'Peter Freyd is my brother, Pamela Freyd is both my stepsister and sister-in-law,' he explained. Peter and Pamela had grown up together as step-siblings. 'There is no doubt in my mind that there was severe abuse in the home of Peter and Pam, while they were raising their daughters,' he wrote. He challenged Peter Freyd's claims that he had been misunderstood, that he merely had a 'ribald' sense of humour. 'Those of us who had to endure it, remember it as abusive at best and viciously sadistic at worst.' He added that, in his view, 'The False memory Syndrome Foundation is designed to deny a reality that Peter and Pam have spent most of their lives trying to escape.' He felt that there is no such thing as a false memory syndrome.' Criticising the media for its uncritical embrace of the Freyds' campaign, he cautioned:
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lies
story
influence
reality
truth
bias
biased
child-abuse
child-rape
enabling-abuse
fabrication
false-memory
fmsf
freyd
jennifer-freyd
objective
paedophile
pamela-freyd
peter-freyd
protecting-pedophiles
sadistic
sex-abuse
underwager
flawed
pedophile
denial
deny
siblings
media
surprise
child-sexual-abuse
incest
false-memory-syndrome-foundation
psychology
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Judith Jones Beatrix Campbell |
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"This is the story of a man who went far away for a long time, just to play a game. The man is a game-player called "Gurgeh." The story starts with a battle that is not a battle, and ends with a game that is not a game."
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story
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Iain M. Banks |
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Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.
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story
debt
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Margaret Atwood |
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It was more difficult not to understand than to understand.
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story
quote
disgraceful
fyodor
nasty
dostoyevsky
difficult
understand
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Were the stories we told each other true? Who knows? At the best of times, a story is a slippery thing. Perhaps that was why it changed with each telling. Or is that the nature of all stories, the reason for their power?
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story
storytelling
mythology
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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I don't really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn't really. It's just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.
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winter
story
life
ordinary
record
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Markus Zusak |
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"What we mean when speaking of "myth" in general is story, the ability of story to explain ourselves to ourselves in ways that physics, philosophy, mathematics, chemistry--all very highly useful and informative in their own right--can't."
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myth
story
literature
reading
education
analysis
professor
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Thomas C. Foster |
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"In Pliny I read about the invention of clay modeling. A Sicyonian potter came to Corinth. There his daughter fell in love with a young man who had to make frequent long journeys away from the city. When he sat with her at home, she used to trace the outline of his shadow that a candle's light cast on the wall. Then, in his absence she worked over the profile, deepening, so that she might enjoy his face, and remember. One day the father slapped some potter's clay over the gouged plaster; when the clay hardened he removed it, baked it, and "showed it abroad" (63)." --
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myth
story
folk-tale
fairy-tale
shadow
muslim
tale
legend
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Annie Dillard |
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The holy word is story, and story is the holy word.
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story
scripture
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Yann Martel |
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"Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her spectacles and the book. It was Black Beauty. Grandmama kept no modern children's books, and this made common ground for the three of them. She read the terrible chapter where the stable lad lets Beauty get overheated and gives him a cold drink and does not put on his blanket. The story was suited to the day. Even Roger listened entranced. And Deborah, watching her grandmother's calm face and hearing her careful voice reading the sentences, thought how strange it was that Grandmama could turn herself into Beauty with such ease. She was a horse, suffering there with pneumonia in the stable, being saved by the wise coachman. After the reading, cricket was anticlimax, but Deborah must keep her bargain. She kept thinking of Black Beauty writing the book. It showed how good the story was, Grandmama said, because no child had ever yet questioned the practical side of it, or posed the picture of a horse with a pen in its hoof. "A modern horse would have a typewriter," thought Deborah, and she began to bowl to Roger, smiling to herself as she did so because of the twentieth-century Beauty clacking with both hoofs at a machine. ("The Pool")"
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story
storytelling
horse
children-s-books
stories
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Her silent singing wrapped around the story she was telling herself, which she extended further every night on the deck. (Averill often told herself stories-- the activity seemed to her as unavoidable as dreaming.) Her singing was a barrier set between the world in her head and the world outside, between her body and the onslaught of the stars.
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story
fantasy
music
inner-world
singing
story-telling
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Alice Munro |
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As long as you're breathing, your story's still going.
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story
living
life
ending
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Darren Shan |
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My developing sense was that the foundation of a story is an emotional foundation. If a story does not work emotionally, it does not work at all.
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story
memorable
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Yann Martel |
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Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is color that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
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story
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Yann Martel |
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Where would tourism be without a little luxury and a taste of night life? There were several cities on Deanna, all moderate in size, but the largest was the capital, Atro City. For the connoisseur of fast-foods, Albrechts' famous hotdogs and coldcats were sold fresh from his stall (Albrecht's Takeaways) on Lupini Square. For the sake of his own mental health he had temporarily removed Hot Stuff Blend from the menu. The city was home to Atro City University, which taught everything from algebra and make-up application to advanced stamp collecting; and it was also home to the planet-famous bounty hunter - Beck the Badfeller. Beck was a legend in his own lifetime. If Deanna had any folklore, then Beck the Badfeller was one of its main features. He was the local version of Robin Hood, the Davy Crockett of Deanna. The Local rumor mill had it he was so good he could find the missing day in a leap year. Once, so the story goes, he even found a missing sock.
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story
life
all
and
application
atro
badfeller
beck
blend
capital
coldcats
crockett
davy
deanna
fast-foods
features
for
from
had
lifetime
local
make-up
menü
mill
moderate
once
planet-famous
size
sock
square
stall
taught
the
there
was
were
missing
year
where
he
collecting
of
hood
to
little
luxury
bounty
goes
everything
city
folklore
university
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Christina Engela |
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Of course we live in dreams and by dreams, and even in a disciplined spiritual life, in some ways especially there, it is hard to distinguish dream from reality. In ordinary human affairs humble common sense comes to one's aid. For most people common sense moral sense. But you seem to have deliberately excluded this modest source of light. Ask yourself, what really happened between whom all those years ago? You've made it into a story, and stories are false.
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story
reality
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
the-past
meta
memory
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Iris Murdoch |
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New families, like young nations after violent wars of independence or social revolutions, perhaps need to anchor their beginnings in a symbolic moment and nail that instant in time.
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story
narrative
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Valeria Luiselli |
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I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race--that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.
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human-race
story
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Markus Zusak |
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How can it be described? How can any of it be described? The trip and the story of the trip are always two different things. The narrator is the one who has stayed home, but then, afterward, presses her mouth upon the traveler's mouth, in order to make the mouth work, to make the mouth say, say, say. One cannot go to a place and speak of it; one cannot both see and say, not really. One can go, and upon returning make a lot of hand motions and indications with the arms. The mouth itself, working at the speed of light, at the eye's instructions, is necessarily struck still; so fast, so much to report, it hangs open and dumb as a gutted bell. All that unsayable life! That's where the narrator comes in. The narrator comes with her kisses and mimicry and tidying up. The narrator comes and makes a slow, fake song of the mouth's eager devastation.
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story
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Lorrie Moore |
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All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell.
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story
life-and-living
telling
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Jess Walter |
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Philosophic thoughts allow people to use human reason and imagination to consider eternal matters and explore the ramifications of their own transience. American author Joan Didion postulated that we tell ourselves stories in order to live. Conceivably a personal crisis propels a person to delve into creating a guiding philosophy for living with reduced mental and emotional turmoil. Alternatively, perhaps we tell stories to examine, explain, and justify our failures.
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story
story-of-life
story-of-my-life
story-of-your-life
writing-memoir
telling-stories
story-of-a-soul
memoir-writing
storytelling
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Kilroy J. Oldster |
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A story is nothing more than a reproduction of the order of the world on a purely verbal scale. A replica of life, if life consisted of words. But life does not consist just of words. Unfortunately, it is also made up of bodies or, in other words, of disease, pain and death.
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story
narrative
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Ricardo Piglia |
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I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I'm going to hear. On you - if it's Tuesday. Because we're Tuesday people.
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story
good
people
life
tuesday
cry
self
need
dying
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Mitch Albom |
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all we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character--what we believe--none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!
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story
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Jess Walter |