Every exit is an entry somewhere else.— Tom Stoppard
The most jittery Tom Stoppard quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
If you associate enough with older people who do enjoy their lives, who are not stored away in any golden ghettos, you will gain a sense of continuity and of the possibility for a full life.
Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.
It's not the voting that's democracy; it's the counting.
A healthy attitude is contagious but don't wait to catch it from others. Be a carrier.
Words are sacred. If you get the right ones in the right order you can nudge the world a little.
To be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war.
To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.
If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older.
Give us this day our daily mask.
Atheism is a crutch for those who cannot bear the reality of God.
Every exit is an entry somewhere.
It would have been nice to have had unicorns.
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.
The colours red, blue and green are real.
The colour yellow is a mystical experience shared by everybody.
It is better to be quotable than to be honest.
Maybe Napoleon was wrong when he said we were a nation of shopkeepers.
.. Today England looked like a nation of goalkeepers.
I don't think writers are sacred, but words are.
They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you might nudge the world a little or make a poem that children will speak for you when you are dead.
I still believe that if your aim is to change the world, journalism is a more immediate short-term weapon.
Responsibilities gravitate to the person who can shoulder them.
When you stir your rice pudding, Septimus, the spoonful of jam spreads itself round making red trails like the picture of a meteor in my astronomical atlas. But if you stir backwards, the jam will not come together again. Indeed, the pudding does not notice and continues to turn pink just as before. Do you think this is odd?
I was interested by the idea that artists working in a totalitarian dictatorship or tsarist autocracy are secretly and slightly shamefully envied by artists who work in freedom. They have the gratification of intense interest: the authorities want to put them in jail, while there are younger readers for whom what they write is pure oxygen.
It is not hard to understand modern art.
If it hangs on a wall it's a painting, and if you can walk around it it's a sculpture.
It's not the voting that's democracy, it's the counting.
My life feels, week to week, incomplete to the level of being pointless if I am not in preparation for the next play or, ideally, into it.
We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. but there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it.
Age is a high price to pay for maturity.
The tragedy of journalism is that these are people doing their best work.
Obviously, you would give your life for your children, or give them the last biscuit on the plate. But to me, the trick in life is to take that sense of generosity between kin, make it apply to the extended family and to your neighbour, your village and beyond.
Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over.
.. Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.
It is better of course to know useless things than to know nothing.
The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.
Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.
If you want to change something by Tuesday, theater is no good.
Journalism is what does that. But, if you want to just alter the chemistry of the moral matrix, then theater has a longer half-life.
When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I've dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells.
Revolution is a trivial shift in the emphasis of suffering.
It takes character to withstand the rigours of indolence.
I read for interest and enjoyment, and when I cease to enjoy it I stop.
Be happy -- if you're not even happy, what's so good about surviving?
I think theater ought to be theatrical .
.. you know, shuffling the pack in different ways so that it's -- there's always some kind of ambush involved in the experience. You're being ambushed by an unexpected word, or by an elephant falling out of the cupboard, whatever it is.
We're actors. We're the opposite of people.
In the theater there is often a tension, almost a contradiction, between the way real people would think and behave, and a kind of imposed dramaticness.
The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.
From principles is derived probability, but truth or certainty is obtained only from facts.
We give advice by the bucket, but take it by the grain.
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.
I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only, each time it rolled back down, I were given a line of Aeschylus.
How the hell do I know what I find incredible? Credibility is an expanding field... Sheer disbelief hardly registers on the face before the head is nodding with all the wisdom of instant hindsight.
All mystical experience is coincidence; and vice versa, of course.
Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect.
You'd have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I'm not dead.
The House of Lords, an illusion to which I have never been able to subscribe - responsibility without power, the prerogative of the eunuch throughout the ages.