To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

Problems always start long before you really, really see them.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

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.

Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.