It is better of course to know useless things than to know nothing.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation.

Rosencrantz: I don't believe in it anyway. Guildenstern: What? Rosencrantz: England. Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?

Theatre is a series of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.

Player: Relax. Respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life question your sitution at every turn.