story

Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to __leaning_ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings _ and anyway, she didn__ need to know her mark__ entire pedigree or life__ story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read _ on those rare occasions _ her books were always dog-eared from the back.

I hate it when everyone is so noble and good in a story that you can't imagine it being true at all.

Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story's voice makes everything its own.

Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.

It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed.

You know, Mac,__admus said still looking out the window. __e may have to work on the way we tell our story _apparently it__ not amusing enough._ ____l try to include a joke between __e bled to death__nd __he city burned_.__achaon responded tersely.

Do you remember____uck, yes._ Merrick stood. __nd if you__e telling this story, I__ getting the bottle.

I am a loser in my own plot, but I might be the hero in someone else's plot.

Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.

Every story has a time to be told

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time.

The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

For her last gasp was a story in itself.

The story of your past doesn__ have to become the story of your life.

_ real life hardly ever unfolds the way we__ like it to, not like in a story.

At the end of the story of my life, I want to say it was the best book I had ever read.