I love you. I don't know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart's lost to you, and I wouldn't have it another way. You're what I want, all there is of you.

I had the blood and fire rule when my boys were young. You know, unless it's blood or fire, don't bother me.

We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

I was educated by the nuns. Guilt and discipline — combine those and you'll be pretty productive.

People in hell want snowcones.

It was a joint, which put it one slippery step up from a dive.