It’s humbling, to become the very thing you once mocked.

I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival

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

It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were OK, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that that simply wasn't so.

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

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?