Antonius Block: Who are you?Death: I am Death.Antonius Block: Have you come for me?Death: I have long walked by your side.Antonius Block: So I have noticed.Death: Are you ready?Antonius Block: My body is ready, but I am not.
Farewell, my sweet. I could have raped you, but I've grown tired of that kind of love. It's a little dull in the end.
Jof: I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the dark, stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa and the knight and Raval and Jöns and Skat. And Death, the severe master, invites them to dance. He tells them to hold each other's hands and then they must tread the dance in a long row. And first goes the master with his scythe and hourglass, but Skat dangles at the end with his lyre. They dance away from the dawn and it's a solemn dance towards the dark lands, while the rain washes their faces and cleans the salt of the tears from their cheeks.Mia: You with your visions and dreams.
I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.
