I went into Xanadu going, 'I really dislike this movie - let me try to make it something wonderful,' but with 'The Band Wagon,' I really revere this movie. It's really a beautiful movie musical. And, yet, because I'm a writer and look at it that way, I see that there are faults in it.
Douglas Carter Beane
Secret Instructions for Reaching Xanadu: Go eastward from the Bewildered-Dragon Lake Until you see the Monastery of the West Tower straight and high above your head. Then take Those charms which, as I told you, in the breast Of your most inner robe you have hidden, and follow Their clear instruction.
Arthur Davison Ficke
Of pure poetry there are two kinds, that which mirrors the beauty of the world in which our bodies are, and that which builds the more mysterious kingdoms where geography ends and fairyland begins, with gods and heroes at war, and the sirens singing still, and Alph going down to the darkness from Xanadu.
You could dress it up with a sequined headband," Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. "Just a thought." "Resist the urge, Alec." Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. "You'll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu." "There are worse things," Magnus observed.
You could dress it up with a sequined headband, ' Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. 'Just a thought.' 'Resist the urge, Alec.' Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. 'You'll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.' 'There are worse things, ' Magnus observed.
Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter, worthy of Kubla Khan's Xanadu dome; Plushy and swanky, with posh hanky panky that affluent Yankees can really call home. Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter, a push-button palace, fluorescent repose; Electric devices for facing a crisis with frozen fruit ices and cinema shows. Hammacher Schlemmer is selling a shelter all chromium kitchens and rubber-tiled dorms; With waterproof portals to echo the chortles of weatherproof mortals in hydrogen storms. What a great come-to-glory emporium! To enjoy a deluxe moratorium, Where nuclear heat can beguile the elite in a creme-de-la-creme crematorium.
You're here!' Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. 'Have some of this!' Clary squinted at it. 'Is it going to turn me into a rodent?' 'Where is the trust? I think it's strawberry juice, ' Isabelle said. 'Anyways, it's yummy. Jace?' She offered him the glass. 'I am a man, ' he told her, 'and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.' 'Brown?' Isabelle made a face. 'Brown is a manly color, ' said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle's hair with his free hand. 'In fact, look - Alec is wearing it.' Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. 'It was black, ' he said. 'But then it faded.' 'You could dress it up with a sequined headband, ' Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. 'Just a thought.' 'Resist the urge, Alec.' Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. 'You'll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.' 'There are worse things, ' Magnus observed.