“I sometimes wonder if it is just me, or if there are other women who figure out where they are supposed to be by going nowhere.”

“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.”

“Now tell me something. What’s your word for husband?”
“Hellren, I suppose. The short version is just hell.”
She laughed softly. “Go figure.”

“I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't”

“I think if you do something and it turns out pretty good, then you should go do something else wonderful, not dwell on it for too long. Just figure out what's next.”

“Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go someplace where you don't know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really really want to do it sometimes.”

“I would be very present in his life right now. I would be probably with him a good chunk of the time, just there to talk, to figure out what's going on in his head, to figure out who's in his life and who's not, you know.”

““I can’t figure you out.”
“You’re not supposed to.””

“How is a person supposed to prepare for what happens tomorrow when there's just no figuring out today?”

“Sometimes women scare the hell out of me.”