I want to say that at various points in your marriage, may it last forever, you will look at this person and feel only rage.

All the couples therapy and communication seminars in the world won't save you if you aren't prepared to close your eyes and hug the mainmast through a storm.

So what's the secret to staying together?" I asked her. "Be nice?" she offered. I laughed, but that may be it, the way a secret to losing weight is to eat less. Be nice. Don't leave. That's all.

...there is so much beauty in the trying, and in the failing, and in the trying again.

The romantic fairy tales we grew up with -- where marriage is the happy ending rather than the opening scene -- are not useful for grown-ups.

(Personally, I have avoided many fights by going to bed angry and waking up to realize that I'd just been tired.)

...even good marriages sometimes involve flinging a remote control at the wall.

People who don't marry miss both the pelting hardships of marriage and its warm rewards.

As married people, we dwell on a spectrum between happy and unhappy, in love and out of love, and we move back and forth on that line decade by decade, year by year, week by week, even hour by hour.

Failure is part of being human, and it is definitely part of being married.

...that's part of what marriage means: sometimes hating this other person but staying together because you promised you would.

For rock solid friendship, never lie to your friends.

Everyone has adventures in their lives. Some good ones, some bad ones.

If things are really overwhelming and you need to talk, you can give me a call at 347-273-2044.

You could call her perilous because she was so strong in herself.

A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.

Lack of genius never held anyone back. Only time wasted on resentment and daydreaming can do that.

Most teams aren't teams at all but merely collections of individual relationships with the boss. Each individual vying with the others for power, prestige and position.

It always seems impossible until its done.

Madame Lily Devalier always asked "Where are you?" in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous.

It's just not an image I had ever put out about myself - the bedroom synth guy. The whole thing seemed ridiculous.