The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea. Kenneth Grahame
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
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Willa Cather
This is our story to tell. You’d think for all the reading I do, I would have thought about this before, but I haven’t. I’ve never once thought about the interpretative, the story telling aspect of life, of my life. I always felt like I...
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Jandy Nelson
You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role,...
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Erin Morgenstern
There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.
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Doris Lessing
[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild winethat sets the wisest man to singat the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool — it drives theman to dancing... it eventempts him to blurt out storiesbetter never told.
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Homer
More Quotes By Kenneth Grahame
...Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight...
Well, very long ago, on the spot where the Wild Wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself and grown up to what it now is, there was a city - a city of people, you know. Here, where we are standing, they lived,...
You see all the other fellows were so active and earnest and all that sort of thing- always rampaging, and skirmishing, and scouring the desert sands, and pacing the margin of the sea, and chasing knights all over the place, and devouring damsels, and going...
After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.
All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
