Without our listening, all the stories are the same story.
Karen Joy Fowler, Sarah Canary.
“Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they ...”
“A man says something. Sometimes it turns out to be the truth, but this has nothing to do with the man who says it.”
“The Indians did not like to see anything odd -- a white squirrel, for instance. . . . They thought such oddities were messages, were omens of evil. . . . And the Indians put a great deal of faith i...”
“Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.”
“He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.”
“Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.”
“He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.”
“Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Sh...”
“Tell the story as if it were only of interest to the small circle of your characters, of which you may be one. There is no other way to put life into the story.”