Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.

My dad had limitations. That's what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

Tampon commercial, detergent commercial, maxi pad commercial, windex commercial - you'd think all women do is clean and bleed.

Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

...and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

Something bad was about to happen. My wife was being clever again.

Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

We will have a happy marriage if it kills him.

I know, I know, I'm being a girl.

Invest in yourself by discovering your gift

Too bad children don't know how profound their thoughts are.

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

This was before voice mail, recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone.

Remember the past - and await the future.

To love means you also trust.

I just want to make music and make a living. I just have to find the means of doing that.

There have been so many interpretations of both Batman and the Joker in the comic books themselves over the decades, from one extreme to the next, and in the media, from one extreme to the next.

Find myself £43 worse than I was the last month ... chiefly arisen from my layings-out in clothes for myself and wife; viz., for her, about £12, and for myself, £55 or thereabouts.

All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.