Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

I wanna tell you a story

Tell the truth and read story books;it will take you to the magical moment in a glory night.

Meet me by moonlight alone,
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
You must promise to come, for I said
I would show the night-flowers their queen.
Nay, turn not away that sweet head,
'T is the loveliest ever was seen.

Tell me, the poet says, the lie I need to feel safe, and tell me in your own voice, so I believe you. One more tale to stay alive.

Tell me a story. / In this century, and moment, of mania, tell me a story. / Make it a story of great distances, and starlight. / The name of the story will be time, / But you must not speak its name. / Tell me a story of deep delight.

"Her eyes glowed. She spoke as if confiding a secret. "Have you noticed the moonlight?

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

there’s always that first storytelling impulse: I want to tell you something...

Have a story. And make sure it’s a good one. A DAMN good one.

The sun's down and the moon's pretty - it's time to ramble.

Keep right on lying to me. That's what I want you to do.

Go ahead, Momma. Tell me about your life. Tell me everything.