There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

Call it crazy, or just chicken salad.

Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. They’re born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.

It takes so little to change everything. If you really thought about it, it would scare you to death.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

I think if you're going to show a true representation of any one life, it can't be about any one thing. I try to see more of a full picture, with the romance just a single part.

Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.