I don't really want to be the costar of anyone's life.

I think forever is an incorrect concept.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.

That doesn't sound like my Margo", she said, and I thought of my Margo, and all of us looking at her reflection in different funhouse mirrors.

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?

The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.