Narratology Theory Quotes & Sayings

All artists are anarchists in some way - some more extreme than others, but it's something that I think artists are supposed to do. We're supposed to present a different angle on everything, and I certainly think it is [art] as much as poetry, in my opinion. — Robert Zemeckis

He had an extraordinarily casual air about him. I'd noticed that before, when he had tossed himself out the window. — Rinsai Rossetti

Millions of people toil in the shadow of the law we make, and much of their livelihood is made possible by the existence of intellectual property rights. — Alex Kozinski

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands — Gerard Way

Archie became absolutely still, afraid that the rapid beating of his heart might betray his sudden knowledge, the proof of what he'd always suspected, not only of Brother Leon but most grownups, most adults: they were vulnerable, running scared, open to invasion. — Robert Cormier

Love makes its own magic. — Jerry Spinelli

Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved. — Marianne Williamson

Stoicism's Emotional Robustification Success brings an asymmetry: you now have a lot more to lose than to gain. You are hence fragile. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Oh, the beautiful smiles of the insane. Soon, he was sure, there would be a study that showed that the mentally ill were actually more attractive than other people. Dating proved it! — Lorrie Moore

In contrast to the path of selfishness, there is no room for road rage on the straight and narrow way. — Neal A. Maxwell

There was a song i heard when i was in los angeles by a local group. the song was called "los angeles" and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for days. the images, i later found out, were personal and no one i knew shared them. the images i had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children. images of people, teenagers my own age, looking up from the asphalt and being blinded by the sun. these images stayed with me even after i left the city. images so violent and malicious that they seemed to be my only point of reference for a long time afterwards. after i left. — Bret Easton Ellis