“You have murdered my happiness” - Anna Karenina, Anna Karenina (2012)
"You really have to realize you are not there after you have died. Your body is just a carapace, it is just a shell that holds the real you. Now when you die, all is left is the carapace. It is meaningless."
Sally Mann, What Remains (2005)
“You scarred my face” - Chigusa, Batoru Rowaiaru aka Battle Royale (2000)
"I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!"
“I have to apologize. I was born with a disfigurement where my head is made of the same material as the sun.” - Thief, Upstream Color (2013)
“During the daytime people would want to hear songs that they know, just songs that they recognize. I play these song at night or I wouldn’t make any money. People wouldn’t listen.” - guy, Once (2006)
Since the day we found you
You have been our friend
And your voice still echoes in the hallways of this house
It’s the end
Gotye, Bronte (2012)