At this point in my life, I'm not looking for any happy endings. I'm just looking to get things started.

When I'm writing novels, even screenplays, it's never an actor I have in mind; it's always the version in my head of who the character is. Once somebody gets cast, I have to adjust a little bit to who they are.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.

...you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.

At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.

Sometimes you walk past a pretty girl on the street there's something beyond beauty in her face, something warm and smart and inviting, and in the three seconds you have to look at her, you actually fall in love, and in those moments, you can actually know the taste of her kiss, the feel of her skin against yours, the sound of her laugh, how she'll look at you and make you whole. And then she's gone, and in the five seconds afterwards, you mourn her loss with more sadness than you'll ever admit to.