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“Power is the ability not just to tell the story of another person, but to make it the definitive story of that person.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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“I don’t want there to be bad stories and me not know them.”
― Emma Donoghue, Room

“Old stories have a habit of being told and retold and changed. Each subsequent storyteller puts his or her mark upon it. Whatever truth the story once had is buried in bias and embellishment. The reasons do not matter as much as the story itself.”
― Erin Morgenstern

“Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.”
― Anaïs Nin

“Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish of everything we use his name. "It's finished," we tell one another, "it's over. Khattam-Shud: The End.”
― Salman Rushdie, Haroun and the Sea of Stories

“There is, of course, always the personal satisfaction of writing down one's experiences so they may be saved, caught and pinned under glass, hoarded against the winter of forgetfulness. Time has been cheated a little, at least in one's own life, and a personal, trivial immortality of an old self assured. And there is another personal satisfaction: that of the people who like to recount their adventures, the diary-keepers, the story-tellers, the letter-writers, a strange race of people who feel half cheated of an experience unless it is retold. It does not really exist until it is put into words. As though a little doubting or dull, they could not see it until it is repeated. For, paradoxically enough, the more unreal an experience becomes - translated from real action into unreal words, dead symbols for life itself - the more vivid it grows. Not only does it seem more vivid, but its essential core becomes clearer. One says excitedly to an audience, 'Do you see - I can't tell you how strange it was - we all of us felt...' although actually, at the time of incident, one was not conscious of such a feeling, and only became so in the retelling. It is as inexplicable as looking all afternoon at a gray stone of a beach, and not realizing, until one tries to put it on canvas, that is in reality bright blue.”
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, North to the Orient

“In the book of Alma is a story that has fascinated e since I first read it. it is about a very colorful character named Moroni--not to be confused with the last survivor of the Nephites, who was also named Moroni. This man was a brilliant military commander, and he rose to be supreme commander of all the Nephite forces at the age of twenty-five. For the next fourteen years he was off to the wars continuously except for two very short periods of peace during which he worked feverishly at reinforcing the Nephite defenses. When peace finally came, he was thirty-nine years old, and the story goes that at the age of forty-three he died. Sometime before this he had given the chief command of the armies of the Nephites to his son Moronihah. Now, if he had a son, he had a wife. I've often wondered where she was and how she fared during those fourteen years of almost continuous warfare, and how she felt to have him die so soon after coming home. I am sure there are many, many stories of patience and sacrifice that have never been told. We each do our part, and we each have our story.”
― Marjorie Pay Hinckley, Small and Simple Things

“But bad luck makes good stories.”
― Bernard Evslin

“Australian Aborigines say that the big stories â€� the stories worth telling and retelling, the ones in which you may find the meaning of your life â€� are forever stalking the right teller, sniffing and tracking like predators hunting their prey in the bush.”
― Robert Moss

“We owe it to each other to tell stories, as people simply...”
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

“This is not the way these tales end," Calliope said firmly.
"This is not the way that things end when they get to be tales," Amatus said, "but since ours is not yet told, we cannot count on it. There were a hundred dead princes on the thorns outside Sleeping Beauty's castle, and I'm sure many of them were splendid fellows.”
― John Barnes, One for the Morning Glory

“True stories can't be told forward, only backward. We invent them from the vantage point of an ever-changing present and tell ourselves how they unfolded.”
― Siri Hustvedt , The Shaking Woman, or A History of My Nerves

“And the stories we tell ourselves are not the only stories.”
― Erica Lorraine Scheidt, Uses for Boys

“When we tell our stories, the gods hear our sorrows.”
― Cathy Ostlere, Karma

“History isn't all fact--it's just the story the victors tell to keep themselves in power. And it's been a slow revision. The more time passes, the easier it becomes to reinvent the past.”
― Heather Anastasiu, Glitch

“I said that I have finished telling my story, not that the story is finished. I said before that no story is ever really finished, each one is part of a longer story and consists of smaller stories, some of which are told, others passed over in silence. And whenever you tell any one of the stories, whether you intend it or not, you include the shadow of all the others. The result is that once you have told one story, once you have undone the meshes of the net at one point, you are trapped. You are compelled to go on with the story. And because we ourselves, like all life, are stories, we become the story of the stories.”
― Herbert Rosendorfer, The Architect of Ruins

“I listened so hard because it felt like, while she was telling me stories, she was massaging my soul, letting me know that I was not alone, that I will never have to be alone, that there are friends and family and churches and coffee shops. I was not going to be cast into space.”
― Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz: Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality

“[A]nd the wizened youth trembles more and more violently, wrinkles his nose and then pounces on the story. But only I know the story, the real story. And it is simple and cruel and true and it should make us laugh, it should make us die laughing. But we only know how to cry, the only thing we do wholeheartedly is cry.”
― Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile

“It is the gift of stories that most repays life among settled people.”
― Robert Michael Pyle

“The only thing worth thinking about, when I write a story, is whether I like it, whether I want to write it, whether it excites me.”
― Theodora Goss