If we can’t stop the damage, we have to control it.
I’ve done what I had to do. Now you do what you have to do. Seduce him. Give him your heart. Cut it out and put it in his f*****g hands.
I’m willing to let your child wither and die inside you if that’s what’s required.
I want every door to be wide open, and stay that way.
Happiness isn’t my concern. Not now, not ever.
A man like Francis doesn’t just die. That would be… what’s the word? Convenient.