The cop looks annoyed, like we’re giving him a headache. I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.
That's the problem with college kids. I blame Hollywood for skewing their perspective. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily-ever-after is a foregone conclusion. So...
Sometimes, commitment is a matter of will. You have to look at what you have right in front of you, at what it could be, and stop measuring it against what you've lost.
She holds on to a rung of the ladder while I tread water a foot or so in front of her. After a few moments, my eyes have adjusted to that I can look into hers. I flash back to Horry and Wendy, looking...
Phillip, who is congenitally incapable of moderation,
Penny’s honesty has always been like nudity in an action movie: gratuitous, but no less welcome for it.
I’m sorry. I know it’s the universal default, but the problem is, one’s first knee-jerk response when someone says I’m sorry is to say It’s okay. We are programmed from kindergarten, from the first ti...
I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.
It’s rare for someone to say something to you, just a few words, really, and actually make you see yourself from a completely different vantage point.
I'll never fully understand the agenda of angry breast-feeders.
I'd been forced into a movie, and there was nothing to do but follow the script.
He was right here and nowhere to be found.
He doesn't so much fall in love as dive-bomb it like a kamikaze pilot, fearless and at full throttle. He used to look at this propensity as a gift, then a curse, and now understands it to be just anot...
Good sex requires many different things, but in most cases, efficiency isn't one of them. - Judd Foxman
But the truth is always a lot fuzzier, hiding in soft focus on the periphery.
Wisdom is largely a function of intelligence and self-awareness, not time on your hands.
The only thing you can ever really know about anyone is that you don’t know anything about them at all.
You’re just the sperm donor, Norm, he says, heading for the door. That’s all you were ever good for. Fucking sperm.
We don’t share our thoughts, we share carefully sanitized, watered-down versions of them, Hollywood adaptations of those thoughts dumbed down for the PG-13 crowd.
There is a sense of violation in learning that, unbeknownst to me, my mind has maintained such a strong connection with the town, as if my brain's been sneaking around behind my back.