Sometimes I’ve got too many thoughts at once. It’s like there’s a four-way intersection in my brain where everyone’s trying to go at the same time.

You can hear someone’s secrets and their fears and their wants, but remember that these exist alongside other people’s secrets and fears, people living in the same room.

The definition of insanity, Fox, Wesley used to remind me, paraphrasing Einstein, is doing the same thing again and again and expecting different result.

Then a generic recorded greeting: "We're sorry. The person you have called..." A woman's voice - always a woman. Maybe we sound more apologetic.

No family, happy or unhappy, is quite like any other. Tolstoy was chock-fullo’shit. Remember that.