The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

Children are the proof we've been here . . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else . . . Life is a riddle and they are the answer. If there's any answer, it has to be them.

I forget the derivation of Boxing Day, but the feeling of wanting to invite your loved ones outside one at a time and punch them in the face, does that come into it somewhere?

A mother of a one-year-old boy is a movie star in a world without critics.

You learned that if you're tired enough, you can sleep sitting up. That the unendurable is perfectly endurable if you just take it a minute at a time, and when the alternative is no more minutes ever.

Can't is for pussies.