I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they are too lazy or stupid to pull a switch.

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

I had no sympathy for drama queens.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

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?

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.