As it turned out, though, it was a lot easier to say that someone deserved to die for what they did than it was to take the responsibility to make that happen.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

This is when I realize that Anna has already left the table, and more importantly, that nobody noticed.

That's the crazy thing about lies. You start to fall for them, yourself.

Can you imagine what it would be like to know that your life was just going to be a series of days that were all the same, that were do-overs?

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

So much of marriage was implicit and nonverbal. Had I gotten so complacent I'd forgotten to communicate?