People go through different stages of their lives at different times. If you're out of sync with your friend group, that gets exploded once everyone starts having kids because they just have to deal with different stuff that you don't really relate to.

I'm not gay, and I'm not a superhero.

Part of being an adult is treating women like women.

It's such a capricious, strange existence, basing your life on the whims of others, and basing your ebbs and flows of confidence and lack of confidence on the fact that people either choose you or don't.

Point me to 50 people online who think I'm super sexy. I'll point you to 50 more who say he's old and looks like my dad.

I remember opening my dad's closet and there were, like, 40 suits, every color of the rainbow, plaid and winter and summer. He had two jewelry boxes full of watches and lighters and cuff links. And just... he was that guy. He was probably unfulfilled in his life in many ways.

I'm able to leave Don Draper at work. I'm quite dissimilar from him in real life