“People have forgotten how to tell a story.”
Steven Spielberg (1946) American film director, screenwriter, producer, video game designer, and studio entrepreneur
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“But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.”
— Diana Gabaldon, book Drums of Autumn
Source: Drums of Autumn
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“All that was left was the sweetness of that feeling, and the injunction to tell them stories.”
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Then she spoke, and Mary heard her say:
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That was all, and then she was gone. It was one of those moments when we suddenly recall a dream that we’ve unaccountably forgotten, and back in a flood comes all the emotion we felt in our sleep. It was the dream she’d tried to describe to Atal, the night picture; but as Mary tried to find it again, it dissolved and drifted apart, just as these presences did in the open air. The dream was gone.
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