You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

Just because a marriage ended didn't mean that it hadn't been happy at times.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

He got Alice, the way we did, or maybe even more so than us. He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.

All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt, don't you think?