Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.

Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears.

Sweets to the sweet.

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.

A knavish speech sleeps in a fool's ear.

To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.

The rest, is silence.

Liberate yourself from any mental captivity.

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

Well you can't believe everything you read. After all, by definition, fiction writers lie for a living.

To criticize Facebook is to criticize the telephone.

Most writers are secretly worried that they're not really writers. That it's all been happenstance, something came together randomly, the letters came together, and they won't coalesce ever again.

The City is an addictive machine from which there is no escape

What I rediscovered was the therapeutic nature of singing lessons. They're like doing yoga but for [the] inside of your body. You open up and use muscles that you don't think of as malleable.

Ghosts and vampires are never only about ghosts and vampires.