Chris Kelvin: Can you tell me what's happening here?

Snow: I could tell you what's happening, but I don't know if it would really tell you what's happening.

Chris Kelvin: Earth. Even the word sounded strange to me now... unfamiliar. How long had I been gone? How long had I been back? Did it matter? I tried to find the rhythm of the world where I used to live. I followed the current. I was silent, attentive, I made a conscious effort to smile, nod, stand, and perform the millions of gestures that constitute life on earth. I studied these gestures until they became reflexes again. But I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong, and somehow I was wrong about everything.

Chris Kelvin: How about you? How are you doing?

Gordon: Depression along with bouts of hypomania and primary insomnia, suggestions of agoraphobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, shock, fatigue, denial.

Chris Kelvin: None of which is unusual given the circumstances.

Gordon: I know.

Chris Kelvin: I don't believe that we are predetermined to relive our past.

Chris Kelvin: Is that what everybody wants?

Chris Kelvin: [quoting Dylan Thomas poem] And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

Chris Kelvin: What about your visitor, the one you're so ready to destroy without hesitation? Who is it? What is it? Does it feel? Can it touch? Does it speak?

Gordon: We are in a situation that is beyond morality.

Chris Kelvin: What does Solaris want from us?

Gibarian: Why do you think it has to want something? This is why you have to leave. If you keep thinking there's a solution, you'll die here.

Chris Kelvin: I can't leave her. I'll figure it out.

Gibarian: Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? There are no answers, only choices.

Chris Kelvin: Where have you been?

Rheya Kelvin: Away from those fucking people.

Chris Kelvin: They're my friends.

Rheya Kelvin: Yeah.

Chris Kelvin: Why did you kill yourself?

Gibarian: It seemed like a good idea at the time, now I think I made a mistake.