stories

How crazy it would be if the moon did spin and the earth stood still and the sun went dim!How absolutely ludicrous if snakes could walk and kids could fly and mimes did talk!How silly it would be if the nights were tan and the mornings green and the sun cyan!How totally ridiculous if horses chirped and spiders sang and ladies burped!How shocking it would be if the dragons ruled and the knights were daft but the fish were schooled!How utterly preposterous if rain were dry and snowflakes warm and real men cried!I love to just imagineall the lows as heights,and the salty, sweet,and our lefts as rights.Perhaps it is incredibleand off the hook,but it all makes sensein a storybook!_

Is life a fantasy or fairy tales?

The best of fiction, as we know, of course, doesn't tell the truth; it tales the truth.

I think that's just a story.""But, Jace," she said. "All stories are true.

I don't pay much attention to the distinction between fantasy and science fiction__r between __enre_ and __ainstream_ for that matter. For me, all fiction is about prizing the logic of metaphors-which is the logic of narratives in general__ver reality, which is irreducibly random and senseless.We spend our entire lives trying to tell stories about ourselves__hey__e the essence of memory. It is how we make living in this unfeeling accidental universe tolerable. That we call such a tendency __he narrative fallacy_ doesn__ mean it doesn__ also touch upon some aspect of the truth.Some stories simply literalize their metaphors a bit more explicitly.

Stories are like islands, go out exploring and you're bound to get lost fantastically.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?The world would split open.

We may say that the characters in fairytales are __ood to think with__[and that] the job of the fairytale is to show that Why? questions cannot be answered except in one way: by telling the stories. The story does not contain the answer, it is the answer.

You__e a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters."__eautiful and full of monsters?"__ll the best stories are.

Once upon a time _ for that is how all stories should begin _ there was a boy who lost his mother.

Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

Create from the heart.

Gratefulness heightens awareness.

Pour your heart onto the page.

Listen to what speaks to your heart.

Your life should reflect your heart.