Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival

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

Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.

I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.

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.