By Any Other Name

by Jodi Picoult

Emilia understood the true motivation: a play might make its viewers think. And when people thought, instead of blindly following the Gospel, they escaped from your control.

Fame is fleeting, in the moment. True art is creating something that lingers in the minds of the audience.”

Grief was the tax of having something precious.

“Are you not tired?” Maria asked. “Of struggling?” “All the time,” Emilia admitted. “I think that is what it is to be a woman.”