← And who were you making yourself so beautiful for? 🔊✎
← all you need is a little nudge to set it going, anything will do, a glance at a girl you pass in the street who's lifting up her arms as you go by her, a feeling when you wake up in the morning that people aren't really treating you right, one question too many that you ask yourself late at night... 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← Have you killed! Take a look at yourself. You're too thin. Put on a bit of weight, so that you can give Haemon a nice, fat, healthy baby. I promise you, Thebes needs that more than it needs your death. 🔊✎
← And you've never thought to yourself that if that was someone you loved lying there in the box, you'd want to start screaming? Scream at them to shut up and go away? 🔊✎
← 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. 🔊✎
← And you kept that flower, didn't you? And yesterday, before you went out, you opened your drawer and you looked at it for a long time, to give yourself courage? 🔊✎