MACBETH

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

That is the only bit of Shakespeare that I have ever memorized and I did it way back in grade 10. I don't know why it's stuck with me so long, or why I even like it, but for some reason I like it a lot. And that doesn't really make sense seeing as how it is what Macbeth first says after hearing about his wife's death. And I'm really not one to dwell much on the possibility of death (except that anyone I love is not allowed to intentionally put their lives in any sort of danger!!) I think what I most like about it is the last few lines. "A tale told by an idiot..." That part always makes me smile and I think it is because I know of a few people who tell pointless, idiotic 'tales'
But then again, maybe I just like it because I can still remember something that I memorized 7 years ago!