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'The iceman cometh too soon!'

'Alas, poor Yorick, I knew you well. But dude, you're creeping me out, so I gotta un-friend you!'

"Now I really hate poetry."

German Expressionist Breakfast

"The spoon, he ran away with the goddam spoon."

John Bunyan

"Have you read any of Shakespeare's plays?"

The writer: something who devotes a lifetime of solitude to the same of communication.

'Yorick? No, I don't think so, unless of course he was a Neanderthal!'

Emily Dickinson: Mime - "I think she's saying something about death."

Rape of the Lock- The Dream

Humpty Dumpty goes bungee jumping.

When Shakespeare gets up early, on the wrong side of the bed of a stranger, and in a clown suit... Later that same day, he will commence work on 'The Comedy of Errors.'"

"Tracey, this is Gene. He also read the Nancy Reagan book in unbound galleys."

'Fyodor Dostoevsky sends weeks describing Alexy Karamazov's quest for a white whale, and then discards the entire chapter."

"Hamlet. By William Shakespeare." Painting.

"If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore, and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! … Emerson" "Good boy!"

"The fourth horseman says that he will be late. He hasn't left the Old Testament yet."

Shakespeare Street

T.S. Eliot lacks the courage to eat a peach.

'What? You used a Welshman? The recipe specifically calls for a scot!'

Shakespeare's Brain

"My God! There goes middle management."

"You'd be angry, too, if your alter ego was a successful physician."

"Will thee not sayeth uncle?!"

Richard the Turd

"Some Debussy, Igor."

"My dad says this pencil was once used by William Shakespeare." "Is it 2B or not 2B?"

'..It's just that with all your amazing powers of deduction and elimination, Holmes, I'm just a little surprised that the best solution you can come up with for seeing off the hound of the Baskervilles, is to 'chase them across the moors with a hoover. up

Shakespeare in the clink

'Now in Capulets'

Franz Kafka