â whatâs there to be faithful to? â
â i am faithful to you, darling. â
â believe it if you can. â
â some people donât understand anything. â
â how can you argue with them? â
â they are probably right anyway. â
â there is a question i am afraid to ask. â
â it should be enough. to make something beautiful should be enough. â
â letâs kill something. â
â what do you do with a man like that? â
â i turned away from darkness to see daylight, to see what would happen. â
â what happened? â
â what does a man want? power. â
â will you defend yourself? from me, i mean. â
â i prefer to blame others, itâs easier. king me. â
â it helps to have an anchor. â
â itâs a matter of willpower. â
â all these ghosts come streaming down and sometimes i wish i had something else. a redemptive imagination, for example. â
â what is a ghost? something dead that seems to be alive. something dead that doesnât know itâs dead. â
â cut off your head, kid. â
â ask for a blessing? you can try, but we will not remain unscathed. â
â abandon your will and let the world have its way with you. â
â i wanted to explain myself in an understandable way. â
â somethingâs not right about what iâm doing but iâm still doing itâliving in the worst parts, ruining myself. â
â my inner life is a sheet of black glass. â
â the enormity of my desire disgusts me. â
â never finish a war without starting another. â
â iâve seen your true face: the back of your head. â
â if you were walking away, keep walking. â
â everyone needs a place. â
â why do anything at all? â
â sometimes, at night, in bed, before i fall asleep, i think about a poem i might write. â
â you will die in your sleep and leave everything unfinished. â
â hope negates the experience. â
â i owe myself nothing. â
â i like dead things. they cannot hurt me. â
â thereâs not enough room for us to be ourselves. â
â i will help you. â
â history is painted by the winners. â
â love might be the wrong word. â
â letâs admit, without apology, what we do to each other. â
â we know who our enemies are. we know. â
â weâre doomed. â
â this is the same story. â
â let me tell you a story about war. â
â let me tell you a story about love. â
â this is the wrong story. â
â all stories are the wrong story when you are impatient. â
â can i tell you something? â
â now we are getting somewhere. â
â this is not what we meant to be. â
â let me tell you a story about love. â
â all wars are the same war. â
â thatâs just bad planning. â
â in the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness. â