Antonius Block: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
Jöns: But feel, to the very end, the triumph of being alive.
Jöns: Our crusade was such madness that only a real idealist could have thought it up.
Jöns: Love is nothing but lust and cheating and lies.
Death: Ingenting undgår mig. Ingen undgår mig.
Jöns: Between a scarlet woman's knees, a man like me can take his ease.
Antonius Block: Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.
Jonas Skat: Kill me. I'll thank you afterwards.
Jöns: It's hell with women, and hell without. Best to kill them all while the fun lasts.
Girl: It is finished.
Jöns: Love is as contagious as a cold. It eats away at your strength, morale... If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection.
Blacksmith Plog: You're happy, you with your oily words. You believe your own twaddle.
Jöns: Believe it? Who said? But I love to give pieces of advice.
Jöns: Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.
Antonius Block: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.