Anna: I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil.
Helen: There is nothing in common among women except menstruation.
Mark: You look ugly. You've hardened. For the first time, you look vulgar to me.
Heinrich: There is nothing to fear except God, whatever that means to you.
Mark: For me, God is a disease.
Heinrich: That's why through a disease we can reach God.
Anna: [to Zimmermann, about the creature] He's very tired. He made love to me all night.
Anna: Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That's all it is.
Mark: Love isn't something you can just switch from channel to channel.
Panel member: Does our subject still wear pink socks?
Bob: Don't open! Don't open! Don't open! Don't open! Please don't open! Don't open it! Don't open! Don't open it! Don't open!
Mark: You know, when I'm away from you, I think of you as a monster or a woman possessed, and then I see you again and all this disappears.
Anna: No one is good or bad, but if you want, I'm the bad one. And if I knew he existed in this world, I would have never had Bob with you!
Anna: What I miscarried there was sister Faith, and what was left is sister Chance. So I had to take care of my faith to protect it.
Anna: You think I'm immoral, say it! I think so too, but for different reasons.
Mark: The bar on the corner? I know it. Bleed for a while. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Helen: We are all the same. Different words, different bodies, different versions. Like insects! Meat!
Mark: When I was a boy my dog crawled out onto the porch to die. Before the end it yelped, as if it had seen something real.
Mark: [to Heinrich] You believe in God, don't you? That God you try to get to through fucking or dope.
Dance student: [holds a pose until the cramp is unbearable]
Man with pink socks: We can't be boys forever. Why do we have to prove it?
Heinrich's mother: I've always wondered what is worse: to take another man's wife, to hurt a child, or to kill.
Anna: [introducing Mark to his Doppleganger] It's finished! I wanted you to see.
Postcard: [Taj Mahal] I have seen half of God's face out here, the other half is you.
Graffiti: [German] The Wall must go!