Theatre Quotes Novels & Stories

which translates to "you become an entirely different person because you are dressed in a different...costume?" The words of the Bard came out of my mouth without my knowledge or consent. I gave Ruth a knowing wink and remarked, "All the world's a stage." She proceeded by saying, "And all of the men and women are only players." She gave me a grin while arching her brows in response to me. After making a slow circle around her, I moved her closer to me before continuing. I cited the statement that "They Have Their Exits and Their Entrances." And in the course of one man's life, he plays multiple roles.

“Wherever you go, whatever you do… You are mine. You were forged behind the Curtain. This stage may be dark now… but our theater never closes.” He turned and walked off the stage into the wings, leaving them there, a broken, bonded tableau on the empty boards. The ghost light watched over them, a silent sentinel to the secrets sex and power had written in the dark backstage shadows of The Grand Marquee Theater

he teased. Damn her contract, Melanie thought. These were the people who had given birth to her acting career. They had spent long hours, and nearly every weekend in rehearsals, performing plays for the community. If she couldn't trust her fellow thespians, who could she trust? She gave the answer in the well-known voice of Maggie Franklin, using a line from their ninth grade production of Thieves Carnival: "Nothing to do, nowhere to go, and all the men are hideous. Quite, quite hideous." She took a drag from the cigarette, smiled and waited for their reaction.

Am I not simply the required decor? He turns his head more fully. In the half-light, his eyes are dark lakes suddenly reflecting the harsh glow of a street sign. A cold, calculating intelligence. — More than you think. They are the spice of the spectacle. Without the actor’s apprehension, the play is just a dead text. The word "spectacle" resonates, heavy with meaning, in the closed vehicle. I am merely an accessory then. An element in his permanent staging. The anger that the satin dress stifles rises, acidic, burning. It lends a false color to my cheeks.

A Note in the Dark ~~SERAPHINA~~ A high note rings out through the dark theater. The note holds so long that the air starts to burn in my lungs as I forget to breathe. When it breaks, the scene falls into darkness, and heavy curtains billow out to embrace the stage. Golden light and warm applause fill the theater of the Civic Opera House. I wince. Reality is brighter than I remember. The intermission bell chimes overhead, and a feminine voice piped through a speaker announces a twenty-minute break. As I blink the real world into focus, the crowd around me shuffles and stands, voices rising and seats creaking.

Thea tried to smile. “You are a vision,” Thea’s mother said. She handed Thea a pair of slippers. “Once you get on stage, you’ll take these off. They’re just for walking there. Do you have any questions?” “What if I make noises? If I can’t hold it in?” Thea said. “Don’t hold it in, dear,” her mother said.

"First of all, we would like to thank you for your support. We appreciate that you enjoyed our play. However, just to be sure, could you confirm that you booked our performance of Snow White? We want to make sure there hasn't been any mistake." Griffith replied, "We have money but not enough to save the world." Clearing her throat, Charlotte maintained her composure and continued. "I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression. Our theater's most popular play is Ms. Jessica's Looking West to the Capital. Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" "Jessica?" "Yes." "I don't know her." Lucy could not help but burst into laughter. Several people followed suit. Jessica's face darkened, and she lo

In fact, I too think in the same way, until I turned my gift into my greatest strength. It was Theodore who motivated me by reading the famous words of Albert Einstein, ‘Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid.’ "Now, tell me who you are and why you are here." Does the Queen send you to kill me?" I asked, tightening my grip on his neck.

I say as Owen goes to sit down on the chair. “Stop... stop, please.” The director, Nate, cuts in. He gets up from the spot in the audience where he was sitting and walks down to the stage. “I have no idea what the two of you are doing besides just saying the words... this is the most important moment of the act... they are finally telling the truth... or trying to.” Owen flips through his script, looking confused ad he mumbles. “Oh... I... I didn’t get that.” “Which is exactly my point. There is never a moment in this play, Owen, when you are not making a choice... otherwise, we all die,” Nate has talked himself warm now.

She’s speechless. I merely recap, verbatim, “The descent into darkness by an antihero in Macbeth. The comedic relief of Much Ado About Nothing. The intensity of Othello. The romanticism and tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, of course. And the magical fantasy of The Tempest. Then... There’s the madness of Hamlet.” “I—” Words apparently fail her. So I give a shrug and modestly say, “They’re not first editions or from the original Globe, but they are from the Globe.”