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

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.

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.

Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times

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.

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

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.)