Be thou not technical with me,/Or else thine input valve may swift receive/a hearty helping of my golden foot.

If love tasted like pork, and you were allergic to Francis Bacon, could I be your Shakespeare? We could make love on a pizza and make much ado about nothing, everything, anything, something.

There is no shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

Banks frown when employees torch the home of their principal account holder.

Shakespeare is so kinky.

Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you,” I told her, and she laughed.

Shakespeare: The Biography,

Mother, you have my father much offended.

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching.

I have no spurTo prick the sides of my intent, but onlyVaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itselfAnd falls on the other.

Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.

You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[…] What cares these roarers for the name of king?

Looking for God—or Heaven—by exploring space is like reading or seeing all Shakespeare’s plays in the hope that you will find Shakespeare as one of the characters.

A good many times I have been present at gatherings of people who, by the standards of the traditional culture, are thought highly educated and who have with considerable gusto been expressing their incredulity at...

When we can’t understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to...

Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon ’em.

Art is enchantment and artists have the right of spells. … The success of later Shakespeare is the success of spells, where every element, however uneven, however incredible, is fastened to the next with perfect...

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and...

Shakespeare’s ambiguous lubricity in Venus is less disturbing than the bleakly moral emphasis of Lucrece, where virtue is so low-spirited, its exclamation so lachrymose and its justification the nasty realpolitik of Roman Republicanism. The sun...

Shakespeare opens a mine which contains gold and diamonds in unexhaustible plenty, though clouded by incrustations, debased by impurities, and mingled with a mass of meaner minerales.

Shakespeare is getting flyblown; a paternal government might well forbid writing about him, as they put his monument at Stratford beyond the reach of scribbling fingers. With all this buzz of criticism about, one may...

Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.

Friar Laurence:O, mickle is the powerful grace that liesIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought to vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give;...

He kills her in her own humor.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night;That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Earth,And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!”The jaws of darkness do devour it up.So quick bright things come...

I no longer believe that William Shakespeare the actor from Stratford was the author of the works that have been ascribed to him.

I can’t tell you, it’s very bad news, might need it.” And I never went back there, Tone. Home on the bus, heart still thumping away. A whole new world ahead. We tend to forget...

Real love is booty grabbin

I believe it was Shakespeare, or possibly Howard Cosell, who first observed that marriage is very much like a birthday candle, in that ‘the flames of passion burn brightest when the wick of intimacy is...

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

He did recall that the summer after graduating from college before he joined the state police he had read Shakespeare. It was the pure language that stupefied him. He would be in a diner reading...

I know Verona as I do my own body.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

Life… is a paradise to what we know of death.

My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.

Et tu, Brute?

When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;When lofty trees I see...

In my mind’s eye

Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called “fools”.

Well, what do you know? Fakespeare!

I think Shakespeare said it best, when he said whatever he said about whatever he was talking about.

There is not shortage of fault to be found amidst our stars.

He thinks you were trapped in a tree in the 1920s. How is that not crazy?

She captured the spot of my world’s centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock...

They think thee mad? I’ll show thou mad, my lord.

this dust of that fire.

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently abeast!

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.