Дамба (Sea Wall)

...if you don't know what he looks like, and he doesn't look like anything, then how do you know that he's anything more that just an idea?

There’s a hole running through the centre of my stomach. You must have felt a bit awkward because you can probably see it. Even in this light. Mostly people choose not to talk about it. Some people say that they’re sorry about that, yes, they can see my hole.

Once you've seen the inside of somebody's stomach, I think your relationships with that person probably moves on to... what? A new lever?

She’s wearing this dress. It’s a blue dress, with this dropped back. And she asked me to tell her what I think. I swear, for about thirty seconds I couldn’t speak. She looked… and the idea that I was married to her… and that we had our girl… and that this was our life…

When you take a photograph what you do is freeze something that is actually alive. To do this property you need, more than anything, to believe in life.

She says that's one of the things she likes about me. I like people. People like me. They think I'm gentle. I had absolutely no idea that people thought I was gentle.

You see when people say to you that they can’t imagine not believing in anything because it would be just too depressing — I think there’s something sick about that. The level of cowardice in that, is just unbearable… to me.

The misery and the emptiness and the vacuous fucking shitness of their lives is so considerable that the proximity to the behavior of soap characters acts as some kind of consolation.