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.

I've always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

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

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

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.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.