I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

Safer to be feared than loved.

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

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

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

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.