- Andrei: (talking to an old friend on the phone): I thought all of my friends are dead by now.
- Costea: your friends maybe, but anyhow we are all ok.
- Hanna: Are you leaving me?
- Andrei: You're not the kind of person to need anyone's support. And besides, you have that clay plate I gave you. It resembles me perfectly.
- Hanna: I've been waiting for the great love, which kept not coming. I waisted no emotion, no thrill, no thought, collecting and keeping like an unmarried woman. And the great love came: late, when I wasn't waiting anymore... unwanted and terrible, like a disease. It isn't happiness. It's a disease. One must lie till it passed, or till it kills you... overcome it, or die.