#tories

I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice. ↗

— Andre Dubus

#short-story

...writing stories was always a bit like falling in love with a stranger and running off to Marrakech for a long weekend. It didn't have to be successful to be thrilling. ↗

— Ann Patchett

#short-stories #writing #love

If she would just let herself go I would be there to catch her if she fell but she wasn't ready to take that step yet." Ethan Sterling in Private Emotions ↗

— Elize Amornette

#books-romance #elize-amornette #elize-amornette-author #love-story #private-emotions-trilogy

The Gingerbread House has four walls, a roof, a door, a window, and a chimney. It is decorated with many sweet culinary delights on the outside. But on the inside there is nothing—only the bare gingerbread walls. It is not a real house—not until you decide to add a Gingerbread Room. That’s when the stories can move in. They will stay in residence for as long as you abstain from taking the first gingerbread bite. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#gingerbread #gingerbread-house #holiday #holidays #house

Summer movie idea: take all the sequels that are out right now, and make movies about their backstories. ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#film #humour #sequels #twitter #movies

Who thought up the dumb idea to arrange the memoir section in the bookstore by subject? ↗

— Slash Coleman

#inspirational #life #memoir #self-help #stories

Celebrate your victories! Be verbal about it. Haters will say you're bragging, but those who love you will celebrate with you. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#haters #inspirational #love #victories #inspirational

Actually, after while, finding the ideas is the easy part. Sorting them through and turning them into stories, now, that's the hard work. ↗

— Sarah Zettel

#after #easy #finding #hard #hard work

My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart... ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#writing #short-story

Granana doesn't understand what the big deal is. She didn't cry at Olivia's funeral, and I doubt she even remembers Olivia's name. Granana lost, like, ninety-two million kids in childbirth. All of her brothers died in the war. She survived the Depression by stealing radish bulbs from her neighbors' garden, and fishing the elms for pigeons. Dad likes to remind us of this in a grave voice, as if it explained her jaundiced pitilessness: "Boys. Your grandmother ate pigeons. ↗

— Karen Russell

#humor-relationships #short-stories #humor