Great stones they lay upon his chest until he plead aye or nay. They say he give them but two words. "More weight," he says. And died.

The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it's so accidental. It's so much like life.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.

...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.

The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone.

After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.