“I was sorry to have my name mentioned as one of the great authors, because they have a sad habit of dying off. Chaucer is dead, Spencer is dead, so is Milton, so is Shakespeare, and I’m not feeling so well myself.”

“Viola De Lesseps: You have never spoken so well of him before.William Shakespeare: He was not dead before.”

“So now I have sworn to buryAll this dead body of hateI feel so free and so clearBy the loss of that dead weight”

“Why are they so sad?” I asked.“Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.”

“Banquo asked me how it felt to be alive when I saw so many of my comrades dead or dying, and I said that I had ceased to think of life or death because it seemed that I was destined to serve out the sentence of one for having delivered so well of the other, and that I saw the dead every night before I went to sleep as though they were still alive and standing before me.”

“But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be feeling sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. And that would be stupid.”