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.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.

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.

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

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.

She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.