Narrative Thinker Prints

John Galsworthy

"They're perfect astronauts. Fast velocity followed by a long, slow pace."

"Too bad about old Ainsworth. Published and published, but perished all the same."

"It's a heck of a tale...and well told, but we don't publish resumes."

News: Deaths! Deaths! Deaths!

Victor Hugo

"Dad, please tell me again about that mass production and consumerism."

"Max! Oh, my God! There's like a billion moving ideas in there!"

"To be or not to be."

It was my story. A murder mystery. A who-done-it-and-got-away-with-it-until-he-wrote-about-it.

Grimm's Reality Tales.

"Dad, can we have a bedtime narrative?"

". . . I called this meeting to communicate that I had dinner Noah..."

Man commiting suicide finds the treasure at the bottom of the sea.

'Like it? I LOVED it! The narrative gripped me from the first sentence and didn't let go until the final, heart-stopping page! And the CHARACTERS! Without question, Harris, this is the finest year-end financial report you've ever written!'

'How about having at least one character who's alive and wearing clothes?'

Andre Gide.

'Mummy, the review of this book was more interesting.'

Man writing at laptop says: 'It's a UK road movie ??" to give it more scale, I'm making the characters three inches tall.'

My Aunt's Left Hook Expels Uriah From The Chaise

"I'm after the history section."

"It's a narrative I didn't intend."

"But you didn't say they had to make sense - you just told us to write a thousand words a day."

'He's narrating it, I just know it.'

"It's a coming-of-middle-age story."

The Truth

"And Jasper, dear Jasper, with his soulful eyes and great sagging jowl, would be stretched upon the floor, his tail a-thump when he heard his master's footsteps." Penny loved Daphne Du Maurier's 'Rebecca'.

"Oh, you haven’t seen holiday drama ‘till you’ve met our little family."

A rose is a rose is a rose

"I don't know how this ends. . ."

"That's Eleanor. She's a fact checker."

Rudy, I loved your memoir. It was fascinating. The way you overcame huge odds to invent the computer. How you went on to protect us from government surveillance. You know none of it's true. The way you swore yourself to humility. People so want to believe a good story.

"What do you suppose Ken Burns will have to say about all this in 30 years?"

“I’ve got an idea for a story: Gus and Ethel live on Long Island, on the North Shore. He works sixteen hours a day writing fiction. Ethel never goes out, never does anything except fix Gus sandwiches and in the end she becomes a nympho-lesbo-killer-whore. Here’s your sandwich”

History Department: 'I used to be a revisionist myself, you know!'