"You see how the smoke trembles up in the roof hole? As if whimpering and afraid. Yet it's only going out into the open air, where it has the whole sky to tumble about in. But it doesn't know that. So it cowers and trembles under the sooty ridge of the roof. People are the same way. They worry and tremble like leaves in a storm because of what they know and what they don't know. You shall cross a narrow plank, so narrow you can't find your footing. Below you roars a great river. It's black and wants to swallow you up. But you pass over it unharmed. Before you lies a chasm so deep you can't see the bottom. Hands grope for you, but they can't reach you. At last you stand before a mountain of terror. It spews fire like a furnace, and a vast abyss opens at its feet. A thousand colors blaze there: copper and iron, blue vitriol and yellow sulfur. Flames dazzle and flash and lash at the rocks. And all about, men leap and writhe, small as ants, for this is the furnace that swallows up muderers and evildoers. But at the very moment that you think you're doomed, a hand shall grasp you and an arm circle around you, and you'll be taken far away...where evil no longer has power over you. "

"Henrick systematically fails at everything. He can't even kill himself"

"As a lawyer you should be used to the stupidity and repulsiveness in the world."

"Honest hate must be respected; I respect it. But I couldn't care less if you hate me. You hardly exist."

"I like you more or dislike you less when you use that tone. There's a healthy dose of hate in your banalities."

Hour of the Wolf

"Now you are yourself and yet not yourself, the ideal state for a meeting between lovers."

"You tell me in funeral tones that you must talk to me"

"And what vices may a woman have?"

"Weeping, giving birth, and speaking ill of her neighbors."