Macbeth

Something wicked this way comes. The witches announce the protagonist, not a visitor.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, the most beautiful sentence about futility in English.

Out, damned spot! Lady Macbeth sleepwalks through her conscience. Guilt keeps hours.

Is this a dagger which I see before me? Hallucination or recruitment? The dagger always wins.

Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't. The worst marriage advice that works.

Macduff was not of woman born. Read the fine print on prophecies. Always.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player. The play got a soliloquy about itself.

The wine of life is drawn. Macbeth at his most honest, seconds too late.

Birnam Wood actually moved. Prophecies are just deadlines wearing riddles.

Carried out of it: ambition without a spine becomes a wardrobe of daggers.