“It's beautiful." Not a lie. But tornados were beautiful too.”
“The baby's beauty lies on its' pure-hearted.”
“True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.”
“There is beauty in the midst of tragedy. As if beauty were condensing in the heart of ugliness. It's very strange.”
“So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.”
“I opened my mouth to exclaim about the puppies. They were beauty and joy and innocence made of flesh and fur, in an ugly time when fear and sadness and mistrust hung over the world like a sickly green tornado sky.”