Top Telling Stories Quotes

Don't think about the writing process too much. Just do one thing: tell the motherfucking story.

I was facing him before the last word was out, but I should have been dead by then. In a way I did die, right there, all that time ago, and this is a ghost who has been telling you stories and drinkin...

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...

Even if you're in the thick of revising another work, write something new. Something small. It's important to keep telling yourself stories.

I just knew there were stories I wanted to tell.

I could think, write or tell, instead I Lived and Created Myself!

Your darkest moments are not meant to be swept under the carpet, hidden from the world in the silent pursuit of perfection. The darkness you've overcome is your ticket into leadership. It's what you'r...

When my children were little, always I had to explain things.Now they don't ask much more, have I become more stupid?

When someone tells you a piece of their life, they’re giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

Reasons were invented, and stories were reasons that allowed us to connect ourselves to the world, to compose ourselves in ways that others could read. Fragments were true but we needed stories greate...

Who do I write for? I thought about this again and again over the next few days until the answer crystalized in my consciousness. I write for all readers. But my primary interest is in representing th...

Seropusly, why do flies line up in the sky every time someone lies? Hovering over they long to take the shit out from where It belongs so They compete to eat it alive.

Do you really know yourself so well or are you making it up?' she asks. Some things I concoct, some I glean from my senses, most I thirst for.

We testify of what we have experienced and witnessed. May our testimony inspired others to share their story.

I didn't tell him that I'd put his awful stories in boxes and stacked them on a shelf at the back of my mind. I could hear a quieter version of them still, from their dark place, through all the other...