“My theory is that people who write novels and tell stories to us fall into three main groups.
The first group always write only about themselves – many of them are among the literary greats.
The second group have an enviable talent for inventing stories. They sit in the train, look out of the window, and suddenly they have an idea.
And then there are those who might be seen as the impressionists among writers. Their gift is finding stories.
They travel the world open-eyed and pluck situations, moods and little scenes from the trees like cherries.
A gesture, a smile, the way someone brushes their hair back or ties their shoelaces. Snapshots behind which stories are hiding. Stories that become pictures.”
– The Ingredients of Love by Nicolas Barreau