Guido: My Dears... Happiness consists of being able to tell the truth without hurting anyone.
Guido: The truth is: I do not know... I seek... I have not yet found. Only with this in mind can I feel alive and look at you without shame.
Guido: Accept me as I am. Only then can we discover each other.
Guido: Hold it. Let me have a look at you. No, your makeup should be more.
Carla: ...more what?
Guido: Like a whore.
Writer: Only the early Fitzgerald was great, then came an orgy of brutal realism.
Guido: All the confusion of my life... has been a reflection of myself! Myself as I am, not as I'd like to be.
Writer: Why piece together the tatters of your life - the vague memories, the faces... the people you never knew how to love?
Guido: I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film that could help bury forever all those dead things we carry within ourselves. Instead, I'm the one without the courage to bury anything at all. When did I go wrong? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.
Luisa Anselmi: Don't explain. I didn't ask you anything. Just spare me the shame of hearing you swear to a mess of lies.
