Диалог из фильма “Розенкранц и Гильдернстерн мертвы“

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. Eternity’s a terrible thought. I mean, where’s it all going to end? We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.