Once upon a time, a mouse, a bird, and a sausage, entered into partnership and set up house together.
Brothers Grimm
It was a face in which an excess of soul was laid bare, causing the onlooker to shrink from looking at it directly, as if it talked too openly of private things.
Yukio Mishima
Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there’s a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper’s eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.
Gunter Grass
The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.
La Rouchefoucauld
It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.
Ray Bradbury
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
Muriel Rukeyser
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.
Zora Neale Hurston
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin.
Sue Monk Kidd
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
J.D. Salinger
There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.
Maya Angelou
She was so deeply imbedded in my consciousness that for the first year of school I seem to have believed that each of my teachers was my mother in disguise.
Philip Roth
The moment I decided to leave him, the moment I thought, enough, we were thirty-five thousand feet above the ocean, hurtling forward but giving the illusion of stillness and tranquility.
Meg Wolitzer
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
Pablo Neruda
Tell me a fact and I’ll learn. Tell me a truth and I’ll believe. But tell me a story and it will live in my heart forever.
Indian Proverb
When Joana Carda scratched the ground with the elm branch all the dogs of Cerbere began to bark, throwing the inhabitants into panic and terror, because from time immemorial it was believed that when these canine creatures, that had always been silent, started to bark, the entire universe was nearing its end.
Jose Aramago