My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

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

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

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.

He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

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