#storytelling

Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast. ↗

— Roald Dahl

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People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights. ↗

— China Miéville

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If every event which occurred could be given a name, there would be no need for stories. ↗

— John Berger

#stories #storytelling #storytelling

Sophisticated readers understand that writers work out their anger, their conflicts, their endless grief and rolling list of loss, through their stories. That however mean-spirited or diabolical, it's only a story. That the darkness in the soul is shaped into type and lies there, brooding and inert, black on the page, and active, dangerous, only in the reader's mind. Actually, harmless. I am not harmless. ↗

— Amy Bloom

#writers #writing #anger

Storytelling--that's not the future. The future, I'm afraid, is flashes and impulses. It's mode up of moments and fragments, and stories won't survive. ↗

— Dexter Palmer

#attention-span #future-prediction #storytelling #art

Storytelling is among the oldest forms of communication. Storytelling is the commonality of all human beings, in all places, in all times. ↗

— Rives Collins

#communication

Quite some years ago, I started travelling the planet. I thought this would learn me something about the world we live in. I was wrong... It learned me something about myself. It changed me. And nothing will ever again be black-and-white again. ↗

— Maarten Schäfer

#maarten #schäfer #storytelling-expedition #change

Woolrich had a genius for creating types of story perfectly consonant with his world: the noir cop story, the clock race story, the waking nightmare, the oscillation thriller, the headlong through the night story, the annihilation story, the last hours story. These situations, and variations on them, and others like them, are paradigms of our position in the world as Woolrich sees it. His mastery of suspense, his genius (like that of his spiritual brother Alfred Hitchcock) for keeping us on the edge of our seats and gasping with fright, stems not only from the nightmarish situations he conjured up but from his prose, which is compulsively readable, cinematically vivid, high-strung almost to the point of hysteria, forcing us into the skins of the hunted and doomed where we live their agonies and die with them a thousand small deaths. ↗

— Francis M. Nevins

#cornell-woolrich #doomed #hunted #hysteria #nightmarish

What I want to write about has changed somewhat, and the scope of the storytelling has changed accordingly. ↗

— Terry Brooks

#accordingly #changed #i #scope #somewhat

The heart is a repository of emotions--real, imagined, and invented, owned and borrowed, past, present, future--and there in your chest, operating at an average of 80 beats per minute at rest, is a heart that has stories to tell. ↗

— A.A. Patawaran

#writing #imagination