← I imagine there’ll be times when I feel my eyes are glued to it. Glued, am I right? 🔊✎
← Romantic? So you don’t even feel the need of sleep? Why sleep if you aren’t sleepy? 🔊✎
← I’m sorry, I feel I’m a rather vulgar corpse. 🔊✎
← I feel weird. (She pats herself with her hands.) Maybe it’s not like that for you, but when I don’t have a mirror I can touch myself but I’m still not sure I’m really there. 🔊✎
← You’re lucky. I can always feel I’m there from the inside. 🔊✎
← Ah! You say “forget”. Don’t be so silly. I can feel your presence right down to my bones. Even when you say nothing, I hear it screaming in my ears. 🔊✎
← Inès, they’ve tangled all the strings together. If you make the smallest gesture, if you just raise your hand to fan your face, Estelle and I feel the tug. 🔊✎
← Don’t bother telling me about your pain: I tell you, I see the whole thing, I can’t even feel sorry for myself. 🔊✎
← Well, I can feel sorry for you. Look at me, we’re naked. Naked right down to the bones, I see all of you to the bottom of your heart. That ties us together: do you really think I want to hurt you? 🔊✎
← I have no regrets, I have no complaints. I’m dry too. But I can feel pity for you. 🔊✎