The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have tried to portray in all his beauty, who has been, is, and will be beautiful, is Truth.
All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.
I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.
The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.
My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.
There's a tricky tone where you try to get some humor into a movie that's also a tough tale of murder and revenge. You have to ice skate rather carefully between the humor and the action tension part of the drama.
No shame in saying that I felt a loneliness drifting through me. Funny how it was, everyone perched in their own little world with the deep need to talk, each person with their own tale, beginning in some strange middle point, then trying so hard to tell it all, to have it all make sense, logical and final.
The fairy tale always takes place in worlds that are between, unidentifiable.
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.
Why can't love be a fairy tale?
This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels
If you see the magic in a fairy tale, you can face the future.
I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.
Life isn't a fairy tale, and happy endings are few and far between
Rumour was the messenger Of defamation, and so swift, that none Could be the first to tell an evil tale.
The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.
Each of us has a creation tale - how we came into this world. And I'll add this: each of us has an uncreation tale - how our lives came apart. That which undoes us. Sooner or later, it will claim you. Mark you. More than your creation.
I met Shannon Hale through some friends and family. I was interested in her book called Princess Academy, which is just a very sweet, Newbery-nominated fairy tale for young readers. She was like, "Oh, actually I have something else for you. " She gave me Austenland. The next morning, I'm sure I called her and I was like, "Let's make this movie. " It is so fun. It just felt so girly and great and a great vehicle for the weird Hess comedy.
This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.
Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.