“A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.” StoriesSeemsMovingSunWindPassingPassingsSmokeNosesBeesSnakesPerfume Book:The Storyteller's Daughter: A Retelling of Source: The Storyteller's Daughter: A Retelling of
“Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.” LifeLongEndsDoneStoriesLastsOur LivesTalesJust OneWho We Are Book:Once: Before Midnight; Golden; Wild Orchid Source: Once: Before Midnight; Golden; Wild Orchid
“What do you know about yourself? What are your stories? The ones you tell yourself, and the ones told by others. All of us begin somewhere. Though I suppose the truth is that we begin more than once; we begin many times. Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.” KnowsLongEndsDoneStoriesLastsOur LivesTruth IsTalesJust OneWho We AreDo You KnowAbout Yourself Book:Once: Before Midnight; Golden; Wild Orchid Source: Once: Before Midnight; Golden; Wild Orchid
