Rosencrantz: We might as well be dead. Do you think death could possibly be a boat? Guildenstern: No, no, no... Death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not-be on a boat. Rosencrantz: I've frequently not been on boats. Guildenstern: No, no, no--what you've been is not on boats.

Give us this day our daily mask.

If enough things that are untrue are said about you, no one will know what really is true.

When we have found all the mysteries and lost all the meaning, we will be alone, on an empty shore.

A play that works well and is done quite a lot - I've never done the math - but it's probably more remunerative than a movie.

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.

Sometimes I watch a scene I've written, and occasionally I think, "Oh, for God's sake, shut up."