No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad. - Ingmar Bergman

A tudás több választási lehetőséget ad, és több szorongást.

...we have something in common: our love for the boy Carl. We love him, it's as simple as that. When I became his stepmother, he was 26, but still a child... a highly neglected child... badly treated by his friends and his older brothers. Kind and industrious, terribly cleanly and anxiously pedantic. The great difficulty was that he was afflicted with attacks of rage. He once actually broke my nose. I care for this careless old child. I want to give him a little security. When he realises his grand project has gone the way of the world...

When I was young, I was extremely scared of dying, but now I think it a very, very wise arrangement. It’s like a light that is extinguished. Not very much to make a fuss about.