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.

Things aren't magically better if that's what you're hoping for. It's not that simple.

It's not a matter of whether or not someone's watching over you. It's just a question of their intentions.

Death likes it when you play hard to get.

I guess that's how death works. It doesn't matter if we're ready or not. It just happens.

Nothing like a lot of exercise to make you realize you'd rather be lazy and dead sooner.

The key is to commit crimes so confusing that police feel too stupid to even write a crime report about them.