A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

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

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

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

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?