“I'm telling you stories. Trust me.”

“Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.”

“I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds.”

“Tell me a story, Pew.What kind of story, child?A story with a happy ending.There’s no such thing in all the world.As a happy ending?As an ending.”

“It's only a story, you say. So it is, and the rest of life with it - creation story, love story, horror, crime, the strange story of you and I. The alphabet of my DNA shapes certain words, but the story is not told. I have to tell it myself. What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end. I can change the story. I am the story. Begin.”

“Tell me the story, Pew. . . .It was a woman.You always say that.There's always a woman somewhere, child; a princess, a witch, a stepmother, a mermaid, a fairy godmother, or one as wicked as she is beautiful, or as beautiful as she is good. Is that the complete list?Then there is the woman you love.Who's she?That's another story.”

“I choose this story above all others because it's a story I'm struggling to end. ”