Carrie White: Mamma before you say anything else, I've been asked to prom.
[Margret slams the oven door]
Carrie White: Mamma I've been asked to prom.
Margaret White: [lightning roars]
[her head held up to God]
Margaret White: Oh God why?
Carrie White: Its next Saturday and he's a very nice boy, and he'll come in and meet you before and he promised to have me home by 10:30
Margaret White: [Margret shakes her head] No, no, no, no.
Carrie White: I've already excepted.
[Margret is stunned]
Carrie White: I know this scares you, it scares me to. The other kids they- they think I'm weird, but I don't wanna be, I have to try and be a whole person before its to late
Margaret White: [Margret holds Carrie's head in her hands and smiles, Carrie smiles back] He'll hurt you
[She] who sits on the bench of virtues usually cannot know what his next task might be. [She) has to make his decisions based on interpretations of the murmur in which no tenor embodies the main voice. For everyday people the evidence of the moment remains out of reach; at best, the crutches of habit will help them. Habit provides solid surrogates of security, which may be stable but do not allow for the living presence of conviction. [She] who is driven by rage, however, is past the anemic time. Fog arises, yet shadows become more determinate. Now clear lines lead to the object. The enraged attack knows where it wants to hit. The person who is en-raged in the highest form "enters the world like a bullet enters the battle... Wherever rage flames up we are dealing with the complete warrior. As the burning hero enters fully into the fight, the identification of the human being with his driving forces realizes itself. (Peter Sloterdijk- Rage and Time)