Storyteller Quotes
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"The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon."
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More Storyteller Quotes
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he isno true story-teller who would keep that from you.
— 1932 Death in the Afternoon, ch.11.
The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master
robert hunter— "Lady With a Fan"
The work deserved its success for its own merits, for despite the narration of many marvellous sights, the author remained urbane and tolerant. He was a superb storyteller with a vivid imagination, who was able to combine the novel with the familiar, and moral exhortation with entertainment.
john mandeville— N. F. Blake, in Whitney F. Bolton (ed.) The Middle Ages (London: Sphere, 1970) p. 381.
Are animals like car-crashes -- Acts of God or mere Accidents -- bizarre, tragic, farcical, plotted nowadays into a scenario by an ingenious storyteller, Mr C Darwin?
Peter Greenaway— From the introduction to the published script.
I have grown into a Bestsellasaurus Rex a big, stumbling book-beast that is loved when it shits money and hated when it tramples houses... I started out as a storyteller; along the way I became an economic force .
Stephen King— The Politics of Limited Editions essay in Castle Rock| Newsletter, vol. 1, no. 6 (June 1985), republished in various real world publications, including The Stephen King Story (1992) by George W. Beahm, p. 112
The work deserved its success for its own merits, for despite the narration of many marvellous sights, the author remained urbane and tolerant. He was a superb storyteller with a vivid imagination, who was able to combine the novel with the familiar, and moral exhortation with entertainment.
— N. F. Blake, in Whitney F. Bolton (ed.) The Middle Ages (London: Sphere, 1970) p. 381.
He was carried away by that mania of the storyteller, who never knows which stories are more beautiful—the ones that really happened and the evocation of which recalls a whole flow of hours past, of petty emotions, boredom, happiness, insecurity, vanity, and self-disgust, or those which are invented, and in which he cuts out a main pattern, and everything seems easy, then begins to vary it as he realizes more and more that he is describing again things that had happened or been understood in lived reality.
Italo Calvino— The Baron in the Trees (1957), Chapter 16
— English translation: Archibald Colquhoun (1959)
