Once upon a time. . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?
Once upon a time freedom used to be life-now it's money. I guess the world really do change.
Once upon a time the plural of 'wizard' was 'war'.
Your life at this exact moment is a direct result of choices you made once upon a time. Thirty minutes or 30 year ago.
One hundred years ago, if someone said, 'damn,' people would take notice. Now, you can say almost anything. Secrets are the same way. Once upon a time when a secret was revealed, people paid an enormous amount of attention to it.
Once upon a time the English knew who they were.
When I was little, I made up my own fairy tales, and the ghostly echo of Once upon a time shapes all the fiction Ive ever written.
Once upon a time I was such a good liar; I could talk the fish right into my mouths.
Once upon a time, government budgets were balanced, our money was sound, the streets were safe, and taxes imposed by all levels of government took less than 10% of our income.
There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.
Ninety percent of the time, you're going to hear no. It took me seven years to make 'Once Upon a Time. . . When We Were Colored. ' Nobody wanted to see the movie made. I got the movie made.
Even in the Future the Story Begins with Once Upon a Time.
Really believing in "once upon a time". Believing that it will draw you in, take you with me to a place you've never been before.
Just as once upon a time you could make the experience of religion or nature a great metaphor, so now it is with love. It's just not the kind of thing you can put at the center of a work of literature and have it really reveal us to ourselves.
Just so you know, when they say "Once upon a time”. . . they’re lying
Maybe a story will cheer you up. . . Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.
McGough: I'm sorry. I'm afraid I've caught poetry. Mr Bones: Oh really? Well, don't worry, sir - I used to suffer from short stories. McGough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, once upon a time. . .
It was not once upon a time, but a certain time in history, before anyone knew what was happening, that Walt Disney cast a spell on the fairy tale, and he has held it captive ever since.
. . . In the past, as now, [Hollywood] was a stamping ground for tastelessness, violence, and hyperbole, but once upon a time it turned out a product which sweetened the flavor of life all over the world.