story

Every time you overcome a difficult challenge you will have a story and that story is what changes lives.

Just that maybe _ maybe you don__ want to change the story, because you don__ know what a different ending holds.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

When a writer's heart is filled with the music of her soul, her words sing.

How can a person deal with anxiety? You might try what one fellow did. He worried so much that he decided to hire someone to do his worrying for him. He found a man who agreed to be his hired worrier for a salary of $200,000 per year. After the man accepted the job, his first question to his boss was, "Where are you going to get $200,000 per year?" To which the man responded, "That's your worry.

Comfort yields complacency. Break free.

All of which makes up a story I do not choose to tell. I choose not to tell it because to no one, not even to you, do I own proof that I am a substantial being with a substantial history in the world.

The novel is the privileged vehicle of two ways of being: narrative and freedom: to be new (novel) in a speech open to all, and to be free in a speech that never concludes.

Storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they frighten usurpers of the right-to-freedom of the human spirit -- in state, in church or mosque, in party congress, in the university or wherever.

Shamans enter the dream world of sub-consciousness to wrestle with demons and rally angels. They return with tales of their encounters which become the myths and legends of their communities.

I don__ know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don__ smile at you in the mirror.It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed.It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams.It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans __ didn__ get any sleep either.I really don__ know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it__ so easy for us to love.

The world is shaped by two things _ stories told and the memories they leave behind.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.

He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.

Never make a judgment on a one sided story because people may tell you what they want you to hear, rather than what you need to hear.

People who don__ construe their life and don__ frame their own tale, stay on the sidelines, remain only an act without a story and turn into an "empty box". Out-of-the-box thinking and inventiveness remains then merely wishfull thinking. ( "Everybody his story" )

Always stick to the story. It was when you started backtracking that people got in trouble. Interrogation 101.

And I__l stop with the lecture now. I don__ like people much__hey irritate and annoy me. But I__fascinated by them anyway.