When your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

I think once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

They ask, how could this happen here? Well. How could it not happen here?

But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.

A lie, as you probably know, has a taste all its own. Blocky and bitter and never quite right.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.