And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will feel like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benetar or the Cure on the soundtrack.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

Life, for the most part, inevitably becomes routine, the random confluence of timing and fortune that configures its components all but forgotten. But every so often, I catch a glimpse of my life out of the corner of my eye, and am rendered breathless by 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.

You never know when it will be the last time you'll see your father, or kiss your wife, or play with your little brother, but there's always a last time. If you could remember every last time, you'd never stop grieving.

I'm really not a fan of voiceovers; I think they become a crutch.

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