I like irons. But I love fire.
We need to dial up the terror.[to Francis]
There. No more pain.[last lines]
The world is either with us or against us.
The past doesn’t disappear on command, Francis. Not even for presidents.
The dead never really stay dead. Not for the people who loved them.[to Mark]
The country is falling in love with them. They won’t fall in love with us like that, but we have something they don’t. We are willing to go one step farther than everyone else.
The baby was viable. Francis and I, as parents, were not.[about her abortion]
Sometimes it takes a long time to understand who’s the real source of our harm.
Once you identify the degree to which you are boxed in, you’ll see how liberating it is.
Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart. I will not reap what your father has sown.[to her unborn child]
My husband doesn’t apologize, even to me.