Today we went over to your mother’s friend’s house for dinner. We’d asked you to be polite, so you said, “No more, please, it’s horrible thank you.

Here's the fear: she gave to us, and we took from her, until she disappeared.

It doesn’t matter who remembers what, I guess, so long as somebody remembers something.

If I were you is something I’ve never really understood. Why say, “If I were you”? Why say, “If I were you,” when the problem is you’re not me? I wish people would say, “Since I am me,” followed by whatever advice it is they have.

A long time ago I stopped wondering why there are so many crazy people. What surprises me now is that there are so many sane ones.