- Wallace Stevens
Just think of it! We can write anything we want!!
We can create our own Han Solo, our own universe, our own odds.
Elu, my Apache Gandalf, says there are no truths, only stories.
Each of us is a myth in our own heads.
We make it up.
It is the story of ourselves we steer our actions by.
It is not the truth of our life. We could not bear to look at that.
It is the illusion which helps us keep going on in life.
Man alone tells stories to understand his world.
I have always believed that, no matter what Elu said, there was only one story in all the world.
Men are caught, in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions,
in their greed and cruelty, and in their kindness and compassion, too, in a net of good and evil.
There is no other story.
will have left only two hard questions:
Was my life good or was it evil?
We fall from womb to tomb,
from one blackness and toward another,
remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith.
You see, the apparently happy moments are the ones that deceive us.
Though our senses or our wits may not be able to see the tides
that are leading toward those clusters of events called crossroads, they’re happening all the same …
and more tragically for our being blind to them.
The star, the wheel, the butterfly—
waiting for the moment when some invisible process signals that the time has come.
Then the star explodes.
The wheel of Fate makes poor men rich.
STORY can say all that is unsayable in the world.
How can we resist the lure of attempting that?
The best STORY is the one where the reader sees her or himself in it and mutters,
"Yeah, that's the way it is, isn't it?"
Events have a way of bruising us soul-deep until we long for a carpet ride out of our lives.
That's what STORY does for us ...
WHAT IS THE PARTICULAR MAGIC OF WRITING
THAT KEEPS YOU DOING IT?