- 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.
- Mark: I met a man who loved everything, and he died in a flood of shit.
- Man with pink socks: That's just details.
- 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.
- Panel member: Does our subject still wear pink socks?
- Anna: We are all the same. Different words, different bodies, different versions. Like insects! Meat!
- [stabs Heinrich]
- 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.
- 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: Do you love your son? Tell him that I love him too. I love everybody, and everything, I accept everything, and I have become wise, and profound, and good.
- Postcard: [Taj Mahal] I have seen half of God's face out here, the other half is you.
- Anna: From now on she'll know how much righteous anger and sheer will she's got in her to say: "I, I can do as well, I can be better! I'm the best!" Only in this case can she become a success. Nobody taught me that. That's why I'm with you. Because you say "I" for me. Because you say "I" for me. Yes, I'm thinking about him. But I recognize the self who has just done something horrible, like a sister I've casually met on the street! Hello, Sister. It's like there's two sisters of Faith and... Chance, it's like two... It's like there's two sisters of Faith and Chance, of Faith... My Faith can't exclude Chance, but Chance... Well, it's like there's two sisters of Faith and Chance, my Faith can't exclude Chance, but my Chance can't, can't explain Faith. My Faith didn't allow me to wait for Chance, and Chance didn't give me enough Faith. And then I read that private life is a stage, only I'm playing in many parts that are smaller than me, and... yet I still play them, I suffer, I believe, I am! But at the same time, I know there's a third possibility, like cancer, or madness. But cancer or madness contort reality. The possibility I'm talking about pierces reality. I'm unable to say it, maybe. Maybe it's impossible to say, maybe I'm too stupid. You're looking at me as if you... You're looking at me as if to tell me that I need you to fill me up, as if I'm an empty space. Well, I love you too, but what makes me go on is to know he'll return, and I'll make him suffer, and... And I'll hurt him, and... I'm betraying him, but... this brings me small rewards. Well... But yet, I... I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself. Because I'm the maker of my own evil. Because... Because I'm... Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That's the way it is.
- 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!
- Mark: [to Heinrich] You believe in God, don't you? That God you try to get to through fucking or dope.
- Heinrich's mother: I've always wondered what is worse: to take another man's wife, to hurt a child, or to kill.
- Graffiti: [German] The Wall must go!
- Zimmermann: You're scaring me.
- Anna: Am I not scared?
- Zimmermann: Oh, yes. I see. Darkness is easeful. And the temptation to let go... promises so much comfort after the pain.
- Anna: He's in there.
- Anna: I messed everything up. Even Bob. I've been a cheat, a liar, completely alone, wounded. And you think I'm immoral shit. I think so too but not the... same reasons... I feel nothing for no-one! It's as if the two sisters were too exhausted to fight anymore. You know these women wrestling in an arena of mud, with their hands locked at each other's throats. Each waiting to see who'll die first. Both staring at me!
- Heinrich: You misuse me. It's stiff and blocked men like you that lead them to the concentration camp, and who are the crusaders of every blind principle, so-called ideology, humanity invents to strangle me. Why don't you like me? Why don't you draw into the magnitude of my love and pull it all over your life, like a veil?
- Mark: Okay, I like you.
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