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.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

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.)

I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, 'I'm OK, no worries!'

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

To me, marriage is the ultimate mystery.