Metafictive Narrative Quotes & Sayings

Officer Patrick Killion had called him to say he was following a lead on the assassin who'd killed the Vice President. — Toni Anderson

A lot of things I have turned down ended up being a big embarrassment. Like that script, 'The Beaver.' I thought that was one of the worst scripts I had ever read. But everyone said, 'Ooh it's on the Black List.' Yeah, well, good for it. They're a bunch of idiots. I saw the final film, and there were no surprises. — Terry Zwigoff

The last two days I've been on long bus rides, driven through the countryside on the back of a motorbike, and crossed rivers on wooden boats, traversing currents into a different century. It's late and dark, but I'm so close now. My uncle died five kilometers from here. — Tucker Elliot

Parents are supposed to instruct their kids. It doesn't mean they necessarily have that gift of teaching. — Francis Chan

When you go into the planes of light, all of the incorrect ways of seeing and understanding life that you pick up are washed away. — Frederick Lenz

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It's a feeling inside that can hardly be contained. — Terry Pratchett

When I discovered that I had been made custodian of this gift, in my earliest childhood, I pledged myself to God to be worthy of it, but I have received uncovenanted mercies all my life. The custodian has too often kept faith on his all-too-worldly terms. — Igor Stravinsky

The opposite of every truth is just as true. — Hermann Hesse

I'm not a writer. I think I can write short stories and poetry, but film writing, brilliant film writing, is a talent - you can't just do it like that. — Samantha Morton

In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe. — Alan Moore

I find it fascinating that most people plan their vacations with better care than they plan their lives. Perhaps that is because escape is easier than change. — Jim Rohn

The sounds of many were unintelligible and undoubtedly many more called for their parents from whom they were parted by death or by accident. They grasped their tortured limbs, their tiny burning legs until they were no longer able to stand or run. And then they would crash to the ground where they would writhe in the bubbling tar until death released them from their physical misery. — Martin Caidin