There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

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

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

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'

I think there is something very relatable in the idea that you hit a certain age, later in your life, where you realize you have to pick up the rug and see what's underneath it and deal with stuff.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite