Love made us partners in narcissism, and we talked ceaselessly about how close we were, how perfect our connection was, like we were the first people in history to ever get it exactly right.

I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing

Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

Screenwriting you don't necessarily have to do the job of the costume designer and the prop master and the set designer. It's more just about finding the visuals and finding these characters through dialogue.

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

It's hard to imagine her ever having felt lost, but it's impossible to know the people your parents were before they were your parents.

I whispered to Dad during Rosh Hashanah services, "Do you believe in God?" "Not really," he said. "No." "Then why do we come here?" He sucked thoughfully on his Tums tablet and put his arm around me, draping me under his musty woolen prayer shawl, and then shrugged. "I've been wrong before," he said. And that pretty much summed up what theology there was to find in the Foxman home.