Citations

Nostalghia

Domenico: Where am I when I'm not in reality or in my imagination? Here's my new pact to the world: it must be sunny at night and snowy at August. Great things end, small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were to the point where you took the wrong turn. We must go back to the main foundations of life without dirtying the water. What kind of world is this if a madman tells you must be ashamed of yourselves? Music now!

Andrei Gorchakov: What are you reading?
Eugenia: Arseny Tarkovsky's poems.
Andrei Gorchakov: In Russian?
Eugenia: No, it's a translation. Quite a good one.
Andrei Gorchakov: Throw it away.
Eugenia: Why? The translator's a very good poet.
Andrei Gorchakov: Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole of art.
Eugenia: You may be right that poetry is untranslatable. But music? Music for example...

Andrei Gorchakov: We don't know what madness is. They're troublesome, inconvenient, we refuse to understand them. But they're certainly closer to the truth.

Eugenia: You're a funk! Full of complexes. You're not free. You all seem to want freedom but when you get it you don't know what to do with it or what it is.

Domenico: We need bigger ideas.
Andrei Gorchakov: What?
Domenico: I was selfish before. I wanted to save my family. Everyone must be saved, the whole world.

Eugenia: You're the kind I'd sleep with rather than explain why I don't feel like it.

Andrei Gorchakov: Don't be afraid of me. It is I who should be afraid of you. You could shoot me. Everybody shoots in Italy!

Andrei Gorchakov: Smoke. When I don't know what to say I ask for a cigarette too. But I never learned to smoke. It's too hard.
Domenico: You have to learn to not smoke, to do important things.

Burning Man: Oh mother! The air is that light thing that moves around your head and becomes clearer when you laugh!

Eugenia: Can't I ever meet the right man? I don't mean you, you're the worst. But I swear I'll find my kind of man! And I have, he's waiting for me in Rome. You dress badly too/ And you're boring. You're the kind I'd sleep with rather than explain why I don't feel like it. Don't you see? I found myself in a most embarrassing position! I've had enough! I can't take any more! I'd like to sleep for 10 days and wipe you out. Maybe there's nothing to wipe out because you don't exist. It's my problem. Why do I like idiots? Men with no charm. I might look young but I know all about charm! Go, go, please

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