The bigger question to ask about 300 is why, for a supposedly rousing tale of heroism, it's so curiously unaffecting.
The temptation to vivify the tale and make it walk abroad on its own legs is hard to deny.
The wider the author's arsenal of tools and the better technically equipped the storyteller is, the better the tale will be.
. . . a tale of too many cooks in the defence.
I learned to separate the story from the writing, probably the most important thing that any storyteller has to learn-that there are a thousand right ways to tell a story, and ten million wrong ones, and you're a lot more likely to find one of the latter than the former your first time through the tale.
Give Mozart a fairy tale and he creates without effort an immortal masterpiece.
In the fairy tale, an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an incomprehensible condition. A box is opened and all evils fly out. A word is forgotten and cities perish. A lamp is lit and love flies away. An apple is eaten and the hope of God is gone.
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.
I like science fiction. Arthur C. Clarke, Philip K. Dick and Vonnegut, and I really like Margaret Atwood, 'The Handmaid's Tale. ' And you know, so much of science fiction has to do with predicting what's to come, so I think that's really interesting.
Life to me is a bit of a (Brothers) Grimm fairy tale.
UNMARKED is both gorgeous and hideous. A frightening and disturbing tale spun with great beauty. Absolutely riveting.
When I began work on my first book, The River of Doubt, which tells the story of Theodore Roosevelts 1914 descent of an unmapped river in the Amazon rainforest, I thought of it as a tale of adventure, exploration and extraordinary courage.
I've got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don't have the time to work on it right now. I'm way too busy with the 'Kingkiller Chronicles' and being a new dad.
Do you think if it was the fairy tale about a man who lived inside of a whale and it was religion that Jack built a beanstalk today, you would know the difference? Why do you believe in one fairy tale and not the other? Just because adults told you it was true and they scared you into believing it, at pain of death, at pain of burning in hell.
The fairy tale always takes place in worlds that are between, unidentifiable.
Every tale is not to be believed.
The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.
Jennifer Fulwiler's story of finding God when you aren't looking for Him is a universal tale which will touch many hearts. With warmth and unflinching candor she leads us through a personal journey of faith and maturity that is as funny as it is affecting.
People aren’t interested in the truth, Dafar. They’re interested in what keeps them safe. They’re interested in being looked after. They’re interested in a tale being spun. . . Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.