Lydia Tár: You want to dance the mask, you must service the composer. You gotta sublimate yourself, your ego, and, yes, your identity. You must, in fact, stand in front of the public and God and obliterate yourself.
SMS 1: Fuck me if she uses allegory.
Lydia Tár: Just like birdsong.
Lydia Tár: Don't be so eager to be offended. The narcissism of small differences leads to the most boring kind of conformity.
Lydia Tár: There's no glory for a robot, Eliot. Do your own thing.
Lydia Tár: I will get you.
Lydia Tár: I'm Petra's father.
Max: You're a fucking bitch.
Lydia Tár: And you are a robot.
Sharon Goodnow: But maybe we just need to put more effort into finding her a friend. Last year was really hard to be locked up alone with two old ladies like us.
Lydia Tár: Unfortunately, the architect of your soul appears to be social media.
Lydia Tár: Or like Lucy listening to Schroeder.
Sharon Goodnow: I'm worried about Petra. She's starting to disappear into herself.
Lydia Tár: Time is the thing.
Angela Goodnow: The child is in its room.
Lydia Tár: She was fixated on me. She sent me weird gifts, she vandalized my Wikipedia page.
Lydia Tár: For a start, this happened in a no-tech zone.
Lydia Tár: Misogamy! It's the hatred of marriage.
Lydia Tár: She wasn't one of us. We have to forget her.
Lydia Tár: The problem with enrolling yourself as an ultrasonic epistemic dissident is that if Bach's talent can be reduced to his gender, birth country, religion, sexuality, and so on, then so can yours.
Lydia Tár: We fought, he ran, what's to tell?
Whitney Reese: Do you ever find yourself overwhelmed when you're up there on the podium?
Lydia Tár: Yes, it does happen. There's an expectation-reward cycle with some works, and sparks in them that I find so incredible that when I'm conducting... it's not that I'm rushing, exactly, but I just can't wait to get to that spot. And yeah, it does it, it does it every time.
