← Her name is Antigone and she has to play her role through to the end. 🔊✎
← It was Polynices' spade. He'd carved his name on the handle with his knife. That's why I left it by him. 🔊✎
← Those words that condemn you are so exciting, aren't they? You just lap them up when your name is Oedipus or Antigone. And then it's so simple to poke your eyes out and go out begging on the roads with your children. 🔊✎
← Do you think you've got time for these fancy thoughts, to know if you should say "yes" or "no", to ask yourself if you're paying too much, if you can still feel like a man afterwards? You grab the wheel, you face the mountain of water in front of you, you yell an order and you fire into the crowd, on the first man who moves forward. Into the crowd! It doesn't have a name. 🔊✎
← It's like the wave that comes crashing down on the bridge under your nose; the wind whipping you, and the thing that falls down when you shoot don't have names. Maybe it's the guy who gave you a light and smiled yesterday. He doesn't have a name. And you don't have a name either, clinging to the wheel. Only the boat and the storm have names. 🔊✎
← And those who are still alive will quietly start to forget them and mix up their names. It's over. 🔊✎
← Antigone is calm now, and we will never know the name of her sickness. She has done what she had to do. A great sad peace falls over Thebes and over the empty palace where Creon is going to start waiting to die. 🔊✎