I'm all for whatever transitions the book properly to a movie.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.