I learned three things in Zurich during the war. I wrote them down. Firstly, you're either a revolutionary or you're not, and if you're not you might as well be an artist as anything else. Secondly, if you can't be an artist, you might as well be a revolutionary. . . . I forget the third thing.
~~~Travesties

Player: We're more of the blood, love, and rhetoric school.
Guil: Well, I'll leave the choice to you, if there is anything to choose between them.
Player: They're hardly divisible, sir -- well, I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can't do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory -- they're all blood, you see.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Half of what he said meant something else, and the other half didn't mean anything at all.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Ros: Six rhetorical and two repetition, leaving nineteen, of which we answered fifteen. And what did we get in return? He's depressed! Denmark's a prison and he'd rather live in a nutshell; some shadow play about the nature of ambition which never got down to cases, and finally one direct question which might have led somewhere, and led in fact to his illuminating claim to tell a hawk from a handsaw.
Guil: When the wind is southerly.
Ros: And the weather's clear.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Ros: Fire!
Guil: Where?
Ros: It's all right -- I'm demonstrating the misuse of free speech. To prove that it exists.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

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.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Life in a box is better than no life at all.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Death followed by eternity ... the worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go when things have got as bad as they can reasonably get.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle skepticism.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

We're tragedians, you see. We follow directions -- there is no choice involved. The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

Guil: What a shambles! We're just not getting anywhere.
Ros: Not even England. I don't believe in it anyway.
Guil: What?
Ros: England.
Guil: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, you mean?
~~~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead

They loved, and quarrelled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, and then, when he was thirty, he died, too. But by that time Catullus had invented the love poem.
~~~The Invention of Love

Useless knowledge for it's own sake. Useful knowledge is good, too, but its for the faint hearted, an elaboration of the real thing, which is only to shine some light, it doesn't matter where on what, it's the light itself, against the darkness, it's what's left of God's purpose when you take away God.
~~~The Invention of Love

On the contrary, it's only fact. Truth is quite another thing, and is the work of the imagination.
~~~The Invention of Love