For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man there are all those questions … until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.
This is the essence of the transaction between storyteller and audience. The true story is not the one that exists in my mind; it is certainly not the written words on the bound paper that you hold in your hands. The story in my mind is nothing but a hope; the text of the story is the tool I created in order to try to make that hope a reality. The story itself the true story is the one that the audience members create in their minds guided and shaped by my text but then transformed elucidated expanded edited and clarified by their own experience their own desires their own hopes and fears.
I have no desire to move mountains construct monuments or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But in the final recollection if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart … Then in livingI have made my mark.
We breathe we think we conceive of our lives as narratives.
Every mans life is a fairy tale written by Gods fingers.
For a certain type of woman who risks losing her identity in a man there are all those questions … until you get to the point and know that you really are living a love story.
Every mans life is a fairy tale written by Gods fingers.
STORY n. A narrative commonly untrue. The truth of the stories here following has however not been successfully impeached.
Strange as it may seem my life is based on a true story.
This is the essence of the transaction between storyteller and audience. The true story is not the one that exists in my mind; it is certainly not the written words on the bound paper that you hold in your hands. The story in my mind is nothing but a hope; the text of the story is the tool I created in order to try to make that hope a reality. The story itself the true story is the one that the audience members create in their minds guided and shaped by my text but then transformed elucidated expanded edited and clarified by their own experience their own desires their own hopes and fears.
I have no desire to move mountains construct monuments or leave behind in my wake material evidence of my existence. But in the final recollection if the essence of my being has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart … Then in livingI have made my mark.
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as ?twas said to me.
The history of mens opposition to womens emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.