#stories

I'd want to read the stories that I'd written, I'd want to show the drawings that I made. That was just purely natural. So I knew I wanted to go into the arts in some way and that I'd want to show that work in some way. ↗

— P. J. Harvey

#drawings #go #i #into #just

Anyway, stories bring us together to find common ground, to find our way through life together, or just to entertain us, and I am just thrilled to be a part of that process. ↗

— Dorothea Benton Frank

#anyway #bring #common #common ground #entertain

I allow an area for improvisation because the chemical things actors bring to stories make it not work. ↗

— Vincente Minnelli

#area #because #bring #chemical #i

Granted there are only seven stories in the universe. And I agree with that. But give me a great variation of those stories. And literate. ↗

— Debra Winger

#give #give me #granted #great #i

By ignoring a lot of American culture you can write more interesting stories. Unfortunately, if you were writing about America as it is, you'd be writing about a lot of people sitting in front of television sets. ↗

— Richard Russo

#america #american #american culture #culture #front

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place. ↗

— Vincent Schiavelli

#almost #became #endless #grandparents #mythic

Were there stories I wrote along the way that were terrible clinkers? God, yes. But they were all a product of their time, and I did the best I could. ↗

— Len Wein

#best #could #did #god #i

I don't have much time for stories," Vin said. "Seems that fewer and fewer people do, these days." A canopy kept off the ash, but he seemed unconcerned about the mists. "It makes me wonder what is so alluring about the real world that gives them all such a fetish for it. It's not a very nice place these days. ↗

— Brandon Sanderson

#age

I don’t know if it was just me making things up in my head but after the fear in their eyes had gone what replaced it was like a sad kind of wondering. A wondering of where the old me was hiding. A wondering about where the old me had gone to. It was like I had suddenly been taken over by someone else and they could see the old me had fallen away for good. ↗

— Kerem Mermutlu

#teen #young-adult-fiction #age

You understand. I don't know. I am not sure how I would feel in your shoes. My mother wanted me. ↗

— Donna K. Childree

#adventure-stories #coming-of-age-novel #the-wayward-gifted #age