- Corinna Gilardini, madre di Sandra e Gianni: Two monsters, monsters, my children. Yes, my children. He was always hiding there behind the door. What am I to say? Are my children monsters? My enemies?
- Andrew Dawson: You must know how great a man's curiosity can be about the woman he loves. He wants to know every detail of her life
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Yes, but that curiosity is bound to wain. You love a woman not for what she was or will be; but, for what she is.
- Andrew Dawson: I used to think that too, but, now, I don't want Sandra and me to have any secrets between us.
- Andrew Dawson: You'll laugh, Sandra. I got lost again trying to find you. This is the strangest house. Some how it's like you in a way.
- Sandra Dawson: I don't like you undressing in front of me that way. Where do you think you are? In a bathroom?
- Andrew Dawson: Don't forget, I'm a foreigner. A town like this this is so different from any provincial town in my country.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Only superficially. Life in a provincial town is the same all over the world. The same sense of desperation. You think its impossible you felt that way when you're not here. Only it closes in on you again - the moment you come back. Maybe even after a hundred years.
- Sandra Dawson: Is it normal for children to play such desperate games? To need revenge so badly? But, the atmosphere we grew up in wasn't - normal.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: That's wonderful. I haven't seen you in months. We have so much to talk about. A thousand things. But, you want to retire.
- Sandra Dawson: That's right. The thousand things will keep until the morning - and we'll all be rested and calm.
- Andrew Dawson: Sandra, I want to get you away from this place as soon as possible.
- Sandra Dawson: You're jealous of the phantoms in this house, my darling.
- Andrew Dawson: Yes, I'm jealous of everything. Something is frightening me - as though there was something between us. I'm afraid.
- Sandra Dawson: But, I love you. You know that. I love you. I love you .
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: All at once, everything came back. Our talks together. Our silences. My anguish, loneliness. The walks we took on the terrace. The sleepless nights. And most of all, how happy I was with you. A feeling from the depths of my childhood. Because, you were afraid too. Of loneliness, darkness, a sound of a particular voice. Was this passion? What does a child know about passion? That's a grown up emotion, isn't it? I'm grown up and I'm still bewildered.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: It's been so long since I've seen you, Sandra. I'd managed somehow to forget you. I told myself I wouldn't think of you. I'd see the world. I'd fall in love. And I did. So many times that its not important. A new life. Everything changed. No more of the past - ever, ever again. So, that's the way it was. No past. No you. Beautiful women. Travel. Emptiness.
- Sandra Dawson: Stop it! I'm sick of you. What do you want? How much more do you want to destroy?
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Huh, more? What have you left me?
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: According to you, we should hide ourselves in shame for a sin we never committed. You're a petite bourgeoisie, Sandra. Well, I'm not. What people think isn't my business. They want something to gossip about? All right, they can have their scandal.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Help me, Sandra. Only you can understand me. We have the same memories. We had the same innocence. We hear the same music.
- Sandra Dawson: I belong here. I shall do my penance. I know I won't forget, nor beg forgiveness. Because, I won't forgive.
- Andrew Dawson: Don't you see? I'm afraid to rummage around in your past. I'm afraid of your ghosts, Sandra. I'm afraid.
- Sandra Dawson: You mean, I'm a ghost too, Andrew? Is that right?
- Andrew Dawson: I don't want to say anything more, Sandra. Let it be.
- Sandra Dawson: I can't let it be, Andrew.
- Antonio Gilardini: Yes, you made accusations against your mother and me, your stepfather. We committed a horrible crime! Of course, to make yourself look pure and innocent - to hide the filth we tried to cover up for years! We tried, the ways cats push sand over their own excrement. Oh, no! To hell with you and your perversions.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Vaghe stelle dell'Orsa. At night I used to creep into the garden, count the stars of the Great Bear or watch it shining over the trees from the window. Why did I return to this unhappy, sick place of my childhood - to grope through its shadows, to fall under the spell of its Constellation again.
- Andrew Dawson: I don't want to make any demands upon you. I know you need to be alone for awhile. But, think, my darling, and perhaps you'll discover the past can be the foundation for a brighter future.
- Gianni Wald-Luzzati: Why can't you be honest for once? Did God tell you to become a nun? Did he tell you to get married and that would satisfy you? Did he tell you that nun's are sick with desire and frustration? That they're willing to mortify their flesh? Now, why must you torment yourself? Why should you fill so full of guilt? So wretched and alone?
- Corinna Gilardini, madre di Sandra e Gianni: You're frightened, aren't you? Your father. You don't want to know the truth about that illustrious man. Why do you wear that Star of David, huh? Because you're a Jew, like him. Just as corrupt! Filthy. Filthy! Diseased. Stinking! Full of secret vices.
- Sandra Dawson: My brother and I believed in him. We don't believe in testimonials; but, he died by violence and he wanted to live in peace - let everyone breath the air he was once allowed.