Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.

Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.

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

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

The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

I would have done anything to feel real again.