Mary

“There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing love in wigs and rhymed couplets, killing each other with wooden swords, hollow protestations of faith hurled after empty promises of vengeance - and every gesture, every pose, vanishing into the thin unpopulated air. We ransomed our dignity to the clouds, and the uncomprehending birds listened. Don't you see?! We're actors - we're the opposite of people!”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead

“There must have been a time, in the beginning, when we could have said – no. But somehow we missed it. Oh well, we'll know better next time.”
― Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead