We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

It is a defect of God's humor that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them.

Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.

There must have been a moment, at the beginning, were we could have said -- no. But somehow we missed it.

Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I'm not dead.

We're actors — we're the opposite of people!

I mean, if Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash at twenty-two, the history of music would have been very different. As would the history of aviation, of course.

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

Life is a gamble, at terrible odds. If it were a bet you wouldn’t take it.