← If it isn't a dirty job which one should leave to other, less sensitive people... 🔊✎
← Death is there, and treason and despair, all ready to use, and the outbursts, and the storms, and the silences, all the silences: the silence when the headsman raises his axe at the end, the silence at the beginning when the two lovers are naked in front of each other for the first time in the dark bedroom, without daring to move, the silence when the crowd's screams burst out around the conqueror and it's like a film where the sound has been cut, all those open mouths with nothing coming out, all that commotion which is just a picture, and the conqueror, who has already been conquered, alone in the middle of his silence... 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← I had one of the bodies, the less damaged one, collected for my hero's funeral, and I told them to leave the other one where it was. I don't even know which was which. And I promise you, I really don't care. 🔊✎
← Get married soon, Antigone, be happy. Life isn't what you think. It's like water which young people let run through their fingers, without thinking. Quick, close your hands, close your hands. Keep it there. 🔊✎
← Antigone is at the far end of the tomb. She has hanged herself with her belt of blue and green and red cords, which looks like a child's necklace on her, and Haemon, kneeling, holds her in his arms and groans, his face buried in her gown. They move away another block and Creon can finally enter. You see his white hair in the shadows in the depths of the cave. He tries to raise up Haemon, he begs him. 🔊✎