Your relationship with song is between you and your music.[to Henry]
Whatever I feel for you, it doesn’t matter, because my mind is stronger than my heart. You know that about me. And while you may not be a murderer, you’re not my husband. You’ll never be my husband.[to Jonathan]
We can just lose ourselves sometimes. We become, you know, other. Could be panic, or anger, or love, sometimes. We lose ourselves. But it doesn’t undo who we are in our entirety.[to Henry]
It is never a good idea to take measure of ourselves through the eyes of the joyless.
You speak of ugliness. You have not yet met ugliness.[to Mr. Connaver]
We’ve survived so far. And we’ll survive the rest. We will.[to Henry]
Part of the thrill of adultery is that it exists in the shadow of a primary relationship.
Lawyers are like car mechanics. You pay them to fix your problems.
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Exactly how weak do you think I am?[to Franklin]
Desperation has a way of trumping good manners.
