Marianne Borg: I know that this is wrong.Dr. Evald Borg: There's neither right nor wrong. We act according to our needs.
Professor Isak Borg: I like you, Marianne.Marianne Borg: I like you too, uncle Isak.
Marianne Borg: I saw you with your mother, and I was panic-stricken.Professor Isak Borg: I don't understand.Marianne Borg: I thought: That's his mother. An old woman, cold as ice, more forbidding than death. And this is her son, and there are light years between them. He himself says he's a living corpse. And Evald is growing just as lonely, cold and dead. And I thought of the baby inside me. All along the line, there's nothing but cold and death and loneliness. It must end somewhere.
