What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.