Stories are important, the monster said. They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.

Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

Stories don't always have happy endings."This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.

Le storie sono fra tutte le cose le più selvagge. Le storie inseguono, predano e mordono.

But this, all this, isn't the story I'm trying to tell. This is all past. This is the part of your life where it gets taken over by other people's stories and there's nothing you can do about it except hold on tight and hope you're still alive at the end to take up your own story again. So that's what we did. Me, Mel, and Meredith all moved on, and we're the stories we're living now.Aren't we?

-Las historias son importantes -dijo el monstruo-. Pueden ser más importantes que cualquier otra cosa. Si portan la verdad.

Who am I? I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Les histoires sont des créatures sauvages. Quand tu les libères, qui sait ce qu'elles peuvent déclencher?