← So I'm supposed to let her get everything filthy and not say a word? 🔊✎
← And above all, tragedy is calm, because you know there's no hope, no filthy hope; you're caught, in the end you're caught like a rat, with the whole sky that's fallen on you, and all you can do is scream, not groan or complain, but scream at the top of your lungs all the things you have to say, which you've never said and maybe didn't even know you had in you. It won't help: but you do it for yourself, to learn something. 🔊✎
← Like my father, yes! We're the kind of people who get to the bottom of things. Right until there really isn't the smallest amount of hope left, the tiniest little possibility of hope to strangle. We're the kind of people who jump on it when we see it, your hope, your dear hope, your filthy hope! 🔊✎