Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.

Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.

She would be a mentor and an inspiration to girls like herself, the quiet ones who'd sleepwalked their way through high school, knowing nothing except that they couldn't possibly be happy with any of the choices the world seemed to be offering them.

My wife and I left New York when she got pregnant - we just thought it would be really hard to stay in the city.

I no longer believe that just about everything is funny, if viewed from the proper angle.

Because, really, what was worse than lying wide-awake in the dark, watching your life drip away, one irreplaceable minute after another?

It's not the cheating. It's the hunger for an alternative. The refusal to accept unhappiness.