← And last night, the first time, that was you as well? 🔊✎
← My son loves you. Don't make me pay with you as well. I've paid enough. 🔊✎
← You'll learn, you as well, too late, life is a book you love, it's a child playing at your feet, it's a tool that sits comfortably in your hand, it's a bench in front of your house where you rest in the evening. You'll despise me again, but discovering that, you'll see, is the silver lining of getting old; life is perhaps all the same just happiness. 🔊✎
← What will it be, my happiness? What kind of happy woman is little Antigone going to become? What miserable things is she going to have to do, her as well, so that she can gnaw out her little morsel of happiness? Tell me, who's she going to lie to, who's she going to smile at, who's she going to sell herself to? Who's she going to let die while she looks the other way? 🔊✎