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

To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.

Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.