There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

Don’t complain, don’t explain.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or a liar.

Nights without beginning that had no end. Talking about a past as if it'd really happened. Telling themselves that this time next year, this time next year, things were going to be different.