In the end, you'll know which people really love you. They're the ones who see you for who you are and, no matter what, always find a way to be at your side.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

That's the thing about marriage. It's a shell game we play with ourselves. We're the suckers and we have to lose, but we play anyway because we lie to ourselves that we can win.

I barely trust established sources of information. I have a hard time finding [Wikipedia], an encyclopedia that anyone can alter, to be a safe way to learn about anything except how many idiots think their opinions are a suitable substitute for facts.

The grass is always greener once you don't have to mow a lawn anymore.

Why do we have to wait for special moments to say nice things or tell people we care about them?

The only way to be truly misogynistic is to be a woman.