...That's all we are -- just stories. We only exist by how people remember us, by the stories we make of our lives. Without the stories, we'd just fade away.
From Memory and Dream by Charles de Lint
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
From The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Whatever coaxes us out of hiding, to write, record, and express, is a revolutionary act. It says that we believe our lives count. Our lives do count.
From Succulent Wild Woman by SARK
writing the period that arrives at no full stop. not the hand manipulating the pen. not the language of definition, of epoch and document, language explaining and justifying, but the words that flow out from within, running too quick to catch sometimes, at other times just an agonizingly slow trickle. the words of an interior history doesn't include...
From Ana Historic by Daphne Marlatt
Stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories.
From Little, Big by John Crowley
Everyone needs stories. Someone has to do [the writing].
Lisa Moore, at Writing Life: A PEN Anthology Event, Vancouver International Writers Festival, 2006
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
You and me, everybody, we're a set of stories, and what those stories are is what makes us what we are. ... Same thing for a tribe and a city and a nation and the world. It's all these stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are.
From "Coyote Stories" in Triskell Tales by Charles de Lint
I just see my life better in ink.
The proof that we imitate and influence each other is that we speak. And that mimetic infection, when it spreads through a crowd, can bring out the best and worst in us.
Timothy Taylor, at Culture in a Petri Dish, Vancouver International Writers Festival, 2011
When you look at yourself closely enough - when you strip away the skin and the fat and get right down the bones - you find that you're everyone.
David Gilmour, at Culture in a Petri Dish, Vancouver International Writers Festival, 2011