We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Everyone is equal and everyone is forced to participate; you can't just be a spectator.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.

Life's greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.