It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

There's release in knowing the truth no matter how anguishing it is. You come finally to the irreducible thing, and there's nothing left to do but pick it up and hold it. Then, at last, you can enter the severe mercy of acceptance.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go.