Prologue Quotes (displaying: 1 - 19 of 19 quotes )
BOTTOM There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? SNOUT By'r lakin, a parlous fear. STARVELING I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. BOTTOM Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear. QUINCE Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six. BOTTOM No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my own writing. This came as both astonishment and relief. When I thought God had abandoned me, I discovered that He had simply given me a different voice to praise the inexhaustible beauty of the made world.
Wendy: Once upon a time there was a boy named Peter Pan, who decided not to grow up. Hook: Skip the prologue. Wendy: So he flew away to Neverland where the pirates are. Hook: What fun he must have had. Wendy: Yes but he was rather lonely. Hook: Lonely? He needed a Wendy. Pirate: I need a Wendy. Hook: Why a Wendy? Wendy: He liked my stories. Hook: What stories? Wendy: Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty. Hook: Love stories? Wendy: Adventures! In which good triumphs over evil! Hook: They all end in a kiss. Wendy: [gasps] Hook: A kiss. He does feel! He feels about you. Hook: She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How? Wendy: You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air. Hook: Alas, I have no happy thoughts. Wendy: That brings you down! Hook: [Hook threatens to cut Wendy's throat with his hook] How else? Michael: Fairy dust! You need fairy dust! The Lost Boys: Michael! Hook: What of Pan? Would unhappy thoughts bring him down? Wendy: He has no unhappy thoughts.
Men can do nothing without the make-believe of abeginning. Even science, the strict measurer, is obliged to startwith a make-believe unit, and must fix on a point in the stars'unceasing journey when his sidereal clock shall pretend that timeis at Nought. His less accurate grandmother Poetry has always beenunderstood to start in the middle; but on reflection it appearsthat her proceeding is not very different from his; since Science, too, reckons backward as well as forward, divides his unit intobillions, and with his clock-finger at Nought really sets offin medias res. No retrospect will take us to the truebeginning; and whether our prologue be in heaven or on earth, it isbut a fraction of that all-presupposing fact with which our storysets out.
I had been stalking the bluebottle fly for five minutes, waiting for him to sit down. He didn't want to sit down. He just wanted to do wing-overs and sing the prologue to Pagliacci. I had the fly swatter poised in midair and I was all set. There was a patch of bright sunlight on the corner of the desk and I knew that sooner or later that was where he was going to light. But when he did, I didn't even see him at first. The buzzing stopped and there he was. And then the phone rang.