What an unfortunate name

(Source: maudit)

No! I’m not like you. I don’t feel like you. 

I’m cold and rotten and indifferent! It’s all just lies and imitation, all of it! 

“Is it really important not to lie, to speak so that everything rings true? Can one live without lying and quibbling and making excuses? Isn’t it better to be lazy and lax and deceitful? Perhaps you even improve by staying as you are. My words mean nothing to you. People like you can’t be reached. I wonder whether your madness isn’t the worst kind. You act healthy, act it so well that everyone believes you. Everyone except me, because I know how rotten you are.”

(Source: petitessedespassions)

Your hiding place isn’t watertight. Life trickles in from the outside, and you’re forced to react.

You looked with disgust and terror at your squealing baby and whispered: “Can’t you die soon? Can’t you die?”

(Source: peenmonger)

(Source: peenmonger)

Elisabet Vogler

I start by asking myself how I can help the audience to look at the right thing: is it the actors, or the dialogue, or the mood, and so on.

- Sven Nykvist

You’re cold and indifferent. He looks at you. He loves you and he’s so gentle. You want to hit him because he doesn’t leave you alone. You think he’s disgusting with his thick mouth and ugly body. His moist and pleading eyes. He’s disgusting and you’re scared.

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