Character: Ingrid Magnussen

But you can't get rid of me so easily, cut off all ties. I live in you, in your bones and skin, in the whimsical twists of your thoughts. It was I who made you who you are. I have shaped your feelings and moods, the blood in your veins whispers my name. Even when you rebel, you still remain mine.

You become attached to anyone who shows even the slightest attention to you.

Light skin and eyes came to us from the ancient Scandinavians. Hairy savages who hacked their gods into pieces and hung meat from trees. We are the ones who plundered Rome. Those who are afraid only of old age and death in their own bed.

We strive for beauty and harmony, we put the sensual above the emotional.

- Did you love him?
- We had bright wild sex. In this case, not much to see.
- You idolised him. I read in the diary!
- "Worshipped" is too strong a word for this feeling...

- Why did you kill Barry?
- Self-defense. He tried to kill me.
Clare did not touch you. Why you destroyed it?
Claire wanted to go. I just pointed out a shortcut.

- I haven't said that all ready.
- What do you want?
- To make a deal with you. Sharing: I the court - a lie, and you tell me - the truth.

You and Claire killed! But this time the poison was in your words. <...>
- You can call me cruel, but I'm just trying to protect you from other people!
- Nobody around here is hostile to us, mom! We consider them to be enemies, you and I! And they are not us, and we offend them!

Never allow the man to stay until morning. <...> Dawn dropped her coat on the magic every night.

Hoping to find someone who will understand you, you'll be ruthless from disappointment.

The question about the nature of good and evil will forever remain one of the most exciting philosophical problems along with the problem of being as such. I challenge not so much your point as your intellectually poor approach. If to do evil is to act according to their beliefs and desires, to put yourself in the center of the universe and to live according to their own rules, any artist, any thinker, any extraordinary man: - evil. Because we dare to see the world with my own eyes, and not to repeat truths, which the people from the so-called Fathers. The audacity of their own opinion is the fire stolen from the gods. This is our destiny, this is the engine of human development as a species.

Always learn poems by heart, she said. Let them penetrate the depth, in the bone marrow. As the fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the slow decay of the world.

Love. From dictionaries to exclude that word. Solid fuzzy inaccuracy. What kind of love what kind of love? Sentiment, fantasy, longing, lust? Obsession, all-consuming need? The only case where this word is quite appropriate and needs no elaboration - if we are talking about the love of a very young child. Then he, too, becomes a person and, therefore, complicated.

- You can't quit on me. I gave you life you're my flesh and blood. And you leave when I let you go!
- Well, let me go... You look at me and my view of you is depressing. Here such Board, mom, for the right to own me.
- Be in my power to change it all - I would do it.
- So tell me, so I didn't testify. What lie to me is not to face. Tell me, what are ready to stay here forever, if only I was like this again, what was the...