I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.

For alarmingly large chunks of an average day, I am a moron.

And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.

There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby.

I'm very good at the past. It's the present I can't understand.

Everyone disliked their partners at some time or another, she knew that. But she’d spent her hours in the dark wondering whether she’d ever liked him. Would it really have been so much worse to spend those years alone? Why did there have to be someone else in the room while she was eating, watching TV, sleeping?