I would fain die a dry death.
Courage mounteth with occasion.
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
And since you know you cannot see yourself, so well as by reflection, I, your glass, will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.
I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
Vonnegut could not help looking back, despite the danger of being turned metaphorically into a pillar of salt, into am emblem of the death that comes to those who cannot let go of the past