“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
“I'm thinking of writing a children's story about a leaf on a tree who arrogantly insists he's a self-made, independent leaf. Then one day a fierce wind blows him off his branch and to the ground below. As his life slowly ebbs away, he looks up at the magnificent old tree that had been his home and realizes that he had never been on his own. His entire life he had been part of something bigger and more beautiful than anything he could have imagined. In a blinding flash, he awakens from the delusion of self. Then an arrogant, self-centered kid rakes him up and bags him.” ThinkingWritingLooksChildrenMadeSelfStoriesHomeKidsBeautifulRealizingTreeWindOne DayBiggerIndependentBlowBranchesLook UpBagsDelusionArrogantFierceFlashMagnificentLeafsSelf CenteredSelf MadeRakesOld Trees Author:Chuck Lorre
“Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind.” MenStoriesBitsWindColdPaperUnbornCold Wind Author:George Mackay Brown