Antigone

“I spit on your happiness! I spit on your idea of life–that life that must go on, come what may. You are all like dogs that lick everything they smell. You with your promise of a humdrum happiness–provided a person doesn't ask much of life. I want everything of life, I do, and I want it now! I want it total, complete: otherwise, I reject it! I will not be moderate. I will not be satisfied with the bit of cake you offer me if I promise to be a good little girl. I want to be sure of everything this very day; sure that everything will be as beautiful as when I was a little girl. If not, I want to die!”

‘'And those who have survived will now begin quietly to forget the dead. They won't remember who was who or which was which. It is all over. Antigone is calm tonight. She has played her part. (Three guards enter and begin to play cards.) A great melancholy wave of unrest peace now settles down upon Thebes, upon the empty palace, upon Creon, who can now begin to long for his own death. Only the guards are left, and none of this matters to them. It's no skin off their noses. They go on playing cards.''