Character: Sabina

- Repetition, endless repetition of the same achievements and mistakes, for each and every one, at all times.
- Yes, and I'll probably repeat the endless cooking of dinner.

I hope you don't mind that we left?
- Not at all. I like to go. I love to go.

- I'm not a horrible person.
And it's actually true.
- Now get out of here before I break your pelvis.
Although she says the bad man.

There was one guy I moved in, carried a toothbrush, but it's all bullshit, more I will not be engaged.

I know little of life, but it seems to me that two people in love should share everything together, and none of them should feel excluded from the life of another. Or I know nothing of love.

Unrequited love is a fairy tale for those who do not want to see his happiness.

And she thinks about the time when I lived Johann Sebastian Bach and when the music was like a rose blooming on a vast snowy wilderness of silence.

A vicious circle. People go deaf because the music louder and louder. But as they fade away, they have no choice but to include it even on high volume.