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.)
It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.
To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.
I would have done anything to feel real again.
She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.
I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'