← 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. 🔊✎
← If I don't want to, I don't need to listen to you. You have said "yes". I have nothing to learn from you. Not you. 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← But if he has to keep paying interest to keep your happiness and your life, if Haemon no longer becomes pale when I become pale, if he no longer thinks I'm dead when I'm five minutes late, if he no longer feels alone in the world and hates me when I laugh and he doesn't know why, if he turns into Mr Haemon and learns to say "yes" like everyone else, then no, I don't love Haemon anymore. 🔊✎
← The poor of Thebes will be cold this winter, Creon. When she learned of her son's death, the queen put down her needles, calmly and sensibly, after she'd finished her row, just as she'd always done, perhaps a little more calmly than usual. 🔊✎