“Ah, sweetie. If the poets couldn’t unriddle them, then you certainly can’t. Be kind, and keep your ears on offer if she wants to talk. But you can’t draw out the strangeness, Edgar. It’s not a poison.”
“You can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.”
“I just can’t comprehend, that you, Borge, of all people, couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
“I can’t talk to you anymore.I can’t talk to youwith wordswith thoughtswith silence.I can’t talk to you anymore(she won’t talk to you anymore).”
“It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it.”
“Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. It’s poison every single time.”