By this time tomorrow we might have forgotten everything we ever knew. That’s a thought, isn’t it? We’d be right back where we started – improvising.

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If I might make a suggestion – shut up and sit down. Stop being perverse.

A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.

We’re actors! We’re the opposite of people.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us; leaving nothing but a memory of the smell of smoke and a presumption that our eyes once watered.

Fear! The crack that might flood your brain with light!