The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one - like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

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.

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.