Only by creating out of love will one achieve true greatness.
Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamond...
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You will find the greatest happiness in letting yourself be.
Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.
Gratefulness heightens awareness.
Tonight is the night of telling our stories. You tell three and I four.
Stories are like islands, go out exploring and you're bound to get lost fantastically.
Stories are masks of God.That's a story, too, of course. I made it up, in collaborations with Joseph Campbell and Scheherazade, Jesus and the Buddha and the Brother's Grimm.Stories show us how to bear...
Unless we learn how to humbly tell each other our giving stories, our churches will not learn to give.
A masterpiece does not unfurl its wings immediately. It takes time. It will fly when it is ready.
Every work of art tells a story.
I have never felt like I was creating anything. For me, writing is like walking through a desert and all at once, poking up through the hardpan, I see the top of a chimney. I know there's a house unde...
Just cuz you get to the end doesn’t mean you know what happened.
As long as I have other ideas and projects noted, I feel confident that they'll be alright until I get to them. And my ideas and tastes may have evolved by the time I get to them so that an idea can b...
Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.
If you're nice, decent, attractive, get good grades and are talented, no one wants to read about that...They want to read what's out-of-the-ordinary, the scandalous, the shocking and the tragic. They...
Energy will go into what you love, and what you love will grow. Go for a walk and watch it bloom.
Find beauty in the madness.
I've wandered through the real world, and written myself through the darkness of the streets inside me. I see people walking through the city and wonder where they've been, and what the moments of the...
To my words: There was once a wall between us. Now we walk together and greet the world.
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