They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Well, I’d like to add one more. Revenge.
I’m not sweet Estella, try as I might. I never was. I’m Cruella, born brilliant, born bad, and a little bit mad.
You can’t care about anyone else. Everyone else is an obstacle. You care what an obstacle wants or feels, you’re dead.[to Estella]