I actually have a great deal of respect for antidepressants; I think they can be enormously mighty tools toward recovery.

As somebody who, in my second marriage, insisted on a prenuptial agreement, I can also testify that sometimes it is an act of love to chart the exit strategy before you enter the union, in order to make sure that not only you, but your partner as well, knows that there will be no World War III should hearts and minds, for any sad reason, change.

You know the old adage: Plant an expectation, reap a disappointment.

Devotion is diligence without assurance. Faith is a way of saying "Yes, I pre-accept the terms of the universe and I embrace in advance what I am presently incapable of understanding.

Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.

Everything really is going to be okay. (And if not okay, then at least comic.)