"I am the son, i am the heir, of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. You shut you mouth. How can you say, i go about things the wrong way?" .

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair: hover through the fog and filthy air" "for in this sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause" .